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I chased her and the dog ran after us.

We ran through the kitchen,
into the bedroom,
through the hall, in between
the spaces of the women of the house,

onto the low steps leading to the rooftop,
down and out
through the balcony, the wet garden,
along the stained wall
and almost all the way onto the road.

There we caught each other
after months of yearning from afar.