We’re at the beach. She’s with the dog. “Here we go again,” says the dog. He wants to stay close
to her. She’s got a smile on her face. She’s enjoying playing with the dog. Happy girl. Maria.
Whatever she’s pulling at the dog still has it. The dog’s name is Woof-Woof. They’re going for a
drink. The crashing of the waves coming in. The weather is so beautiful. Blue, white . . . The dog wants to stay and play some more. It must be a warm day or she wouldn’t be outside in a bathing suit. She’s got a wide stride. She wants to go back with the dog. If Woof-Woof was from there he wouldn’t be pulling the towel. Somewhere on the Mediterranean. You shouldn’t show us these things. It makes us want to go. The dog is still following her. The water is still on the side of the girl. The land is following her. The water is still on the side of the girl. The land is following her. She’s following the land. She’s following the shore and water. It’s not very scary and the water doesn’t seem very deep at least along the shore.