as in

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

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and the fake qualifier

I Write Goodbye Letter

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

the site i am dreaming

this will be about a slug

It Will Get Lighter

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.
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I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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December 2025

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

part of an old note. It will get lighter.