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

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Thank you, Jack

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

"Put a blanket."

13, H, grate

you have a beautiful account btw

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

but i respect your search

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike