what do you think my name is

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

It Will Get Lighter

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

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

its performative

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Style

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

yes

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something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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it is hopeful

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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i am quite illiterate on producing technology

you have a beautiful account btw

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