Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

Worse Lift

It Will Get Lighter

you have a beautiful account btw

13, H, grate

but i respect your search

but really the thing should be autonomous

Style

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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