A bird landed at the edge of my window sill. I haven't moved from my bed for the past fifteen minutes for fear of scaring it away. It just keeps chirping.
Sometimes I like to feed chapters into ChatGPT and its estranged siblings and am always surprised at the stuff it manages to find from my pantsing—most of it I never even intended.


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