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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

in a post. I want to be remembered

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

so at the end

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

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

hiding from the rain