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Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

I am below everything.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

the site i am dreaming

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

i really havent

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.

2 (actually index). two is company

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

was it worth it

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.