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

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.

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no longer writing in the third person

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

magnetisation/form

not their contents

"Put a blanket."

so the method has to be autonomous

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

we can only engage in such a way

i was tempted to lie about my name

but i respect your search

its good short few pages

no i haven't really read anything

isaac

i understand

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

Style

which magnetises chains of pins

i love it here

have you read

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate