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Better Lift

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

IWGD

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

but i respect your search

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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.