Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
no longer writing in the third person
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
like first name
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
Thank you, Jack
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
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