a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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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.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

which magnetises chains of pins

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever