with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

I am below everything.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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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.

currently

Thank you, Jack

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

so an active mazelike process

i love it here