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We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
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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.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
the site i am dreaming
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wait what is that