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but i respect your search

kind of mythopoesis


Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

currently

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Picture

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Can I see

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