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this thing

Look at this thing we made. Look at it. We have worked hard to create something fragile. Something fragile and broad. Something broad and...

pixels

I don’t know if I can write about technology. It feels cold somehow, somehow inhuman. It feels dull to write about that green dot beside...

clouds

You took me to the park and sat me down and I knew I was never going to see you again. We talked about music, and health, and things you...

and many leaves

a writing blog by ainhoa santos goicoechea

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