with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
no longer writing in the third person
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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in a post. I want to be remembered
"Put a blanket."
hiding from the rain
Today I felt like starting
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.