There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

abrar?

the site i am dreaming

and the fake qualifier

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

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. way too specific.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

but i respect your search

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

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

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

It Will Get Lighter

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

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.

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

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