and the fake qualifier
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever