i remembered i had an account here recently so i logged back on - half wish i didn't because i posted the weirdest stuff back in 2016-17. i still kind of write on and off so i might use yws again properly altho i am annoyed that i had a bad taste in usernames when i was 14.
I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
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