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

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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.

Can I see

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

IWGD

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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

that looks like my instagram account

like magnets