One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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.
Better Lift
kind of mythopoesis
Thank you, Jack
brb i will read and reply sincerely
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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
it is hopeful
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
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somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
currently