Rain, starting

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"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

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

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Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

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.