One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

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it is hopeful

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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

yes

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

so an active mazelike process

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

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

propensity within someone