wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Can I see

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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

no longer writing in the third person

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

"Put a blanket."

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.