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.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

no longer writing in the third person

in a post. I want to be remembered

Style

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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