After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
hello reader,
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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 guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
idk
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autonomy of learning
all that is to say
Thank you, Jack
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.we need to be deconstructing our identities
no longer writing in the third person
its good short few pages
barren land
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