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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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.

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Rain, starting

it is hopeful

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

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