a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
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it is hopeful
and the fake qualifier
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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
not so on: yvf(wthw)
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
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
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
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"Put a blanket."
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"