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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 is hopeful

IWGD

no longer writing in the third person

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Can I see

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

so the method has to be autonomous

like magnets

i have read not even 1 book

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me. The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

have you read