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.
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I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
brb i will read and reply sincerely
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that
followed I realise this is going to be awful.
It Will Get Lighter
no longer writing in the third person
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate,
but I can't
really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
,
I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.
