One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
December 2025
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the site i am dreaming
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way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
in a post. I want to be remembered
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.