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It Will Get Lighter

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.


there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

13, H, grate

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Style

currently