She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Today I felt like starting

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

no longer writing in the third person

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

IWGD

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