Pip lives where everything has edges, and one morning something without any looks back at him.
The sea is six leaf-lengths away at morning and four at dusk, and Pip means to know everything in between.
Pip builds a boat for going the wrong way, and finds where the pool stops being his.
One morning Dawn is not in it, and Pip keeps his promise and counts the mornings.
Dawn visits twice a day now, asking what everything is called, and Pip starts a garden.
The sea stands still one winter morning, and Pip steps aboard for the deep water.
The pool is dry sand, and Pip stops working the problem and reads everything back.
Years later there are two shores, and each of them keeps a small piece of the other.
