really i want the internet

and the fake qualifier

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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life


there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

currently

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

in a post. I want to be remembered

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hiding from the rain

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13, H, grate