i loveto walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at
websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to
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It Will Get Lighter
kind of mythopoesis
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.
