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Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

have you read

so at the end

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.

we can only engage in such a way

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

what do you mean

autonomy of learning

i was tempted to lie about my name

13, H, grate

isaac

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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