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.

It Will Get Lighter

Rain, starting

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It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

it is hopeful

Picture

Today I felt like starting

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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

Better Lift

magnetises a pin

plato

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

as in

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

i love it here

lol

not their contents