and the fake qualifier

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

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

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.
"Put a blanket."

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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Better Lift

Lift Analysis

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.