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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.

It Will Get Lighter

hello reader,

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

the site i am dreaming

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

send link

wait what is that

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

and the fake qualifier

...

much more tactility

was it worth it

ahnaf abrar

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

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

lol

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

so at the end

no longer writing in the third person

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

what do you think my name is

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt