FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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.

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

currently

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

no longer writing in the third person

I am below everything.

was it worth it

Worse Lift

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

...

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

and the fake qualifier

i really havent

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging