We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

Better Lift

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

Worse Lift

It Will Get Lighter

I am below everything.

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

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

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

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