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.

I am below everything.

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Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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you have a beautiful account btw

what do you mean

hiding from the rain

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

barren land

idk

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

like first name

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

or never left

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

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.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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