The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
13, H, grate
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
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.
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.
