There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I am below everything.
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
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
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