to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

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.