Thank you, Jack

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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.

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

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

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but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

13, H, grate

Thank you, Jack

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