but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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Lift Analysis

Better Lift

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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.

currently

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

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