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in a post. I want to be remembered

Rain, starting

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting