The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Better Lift
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
"Put a blanket."
the site i am dreaming
god being the centre magnet
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
no longer writing in the third person
your feed looks like my tumblr
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
not their contents
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
ahnaf abrar
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos