with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
wait what is that
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.