It is raining now and a bra strap has slipped down, which is perfect. The sound of frogs now seems completely perfect at last. Like the sound of a vagina, because, after all, we would be cavorting now. It would be one of those times when I luxuriate completely and drew out everything--it is strange to absolutely know this, to feel this absolutely, and to do nothing but watch somehow as it goes by so very closely...
— Jun 13, 2025 01:38PM
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