no like which do people call me

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

13, H, grate

2 (actually index). two is company

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Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

hello reader,

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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and the fake qualifier

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Rain, starting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

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.

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?