THE CANOPY
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Sat, Oct 25, 2025
Kit's diary entries from 1682. In his writing, words twist into something that makes you want to stop reading, but you can't.
Some thoughts are better left unwritten.
(Sorry for AI-use in description 😭)
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