I Write Goodbye Letter

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

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

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

the site i am dreaming

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

something religious, a kind of complex, it will get lighter, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50