She never dissented, never needed a word to explain what I see as a random break in routine. From carseat to shoulders to pool she submits to me. No questions about where, no expectation of how. My mind elates at her splashes, and wrongly describes the way she sees things: a castle of rocks to explore, a kingdom of fish in a magical place.
Her innocence upbraids me. Knowing too much, I experience too little: My thoughts are not new. She, however, is unaware and experiences pure.
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