"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

but i respect your search

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

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

no longer writing in the third person

kind of mythopoesis

It Will Get Lighter

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

It Will Get Lighter

i see a website

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