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.

Lift Analysis

I am below everything.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

It Will Get Lighter

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-" 
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"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

13, H, grate