Today I felt like starting

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

in a post. I want to be remembered

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch