One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Today I felt like starting

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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and the fake qualifier

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

in a post. I want to be remembered

wait what is that

2 (actually index). two is company

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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