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

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

really i want the internet

1

Lift Analysis

the site i am dreaming

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

Can I see

but i respect your search

send link

its good