Beyond, me

It’s just beyond me, she said as though she was asking me to pass the sugar to her from across our table. Not worth trying, and she rested her case.

But I thought about all that which separates, whether real or only believed, and understood that it was entirely possible to make passage regardless.

So, I began.

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