There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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It Will Get Lighter

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

yes

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

its performative

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I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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