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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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. 

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no longer writing in the third person


Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

it is hopeful

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Better Lift

Can I see

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

yes

Thank you, Jack