I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

no longer writing in the third person

hiding from the rain


One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I Write Goodbye Letter

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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

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hello reader,

not so on: yvf(wthw)

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

Better Lift

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Thank you, Jack

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.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt