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She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Style

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT


Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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

no longer writing in the third person

currently

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.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

It Will Get Lighter

plato

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.

ion

its good short few pages