Logged on to Bluesky after a news-free weekend. Regrets.
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ๅฏนไบๆดไธชไบ่็ฝๅๅฒ๏ผๆๅฏ่ฏดๅบๆฌไธๆฏไธไธชๆ่ง่
๏ผๆไธ็ดๅจๆถ่ดนๅ
ๅฎน๏ผไฝๆฏๆฒกๆ็ไบง่ฟไปไนๅ
ๅฎน๏ผไบ่็ฝไธๆฒกๆๆ็็่ฟน๏ผ่ฟๆฏๆๅคๅๆ๏ผๅ ไธบไธญๅฝ็่บซไปฝๅๅ
ๅฎนๆฟ็ญ
Regarding the entire history of the internet, I can say I've been largely an observer. I've always consumed content, but I haven't produced any. There's no trace of me on the internet, which is an unforeseen consequence due to China's identity and content policies.
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ไบ็ๅผๅคดๆปๆฏ่ฟๆ ท๏ผ้้ขๅ
ถไผ๏ผ็ไธๅ้ฒใๆ
ไบ็็ปๅฑๆปๆฏ่ฟๆ ท๏ผ่ฑๅผไธคๆต๏ผๅคฉๅไธๆนใ๏ผby ๅผ ๅไฝณ ใไปไฝ ็ๅ
จไธ็่ทฏ่ฟใ๏ผ
Stories always begin this way: a chance encounter, completely unexpected. Stories always end this way: two flowers bloom, then drift apart. (by Zhang Jiajia, I Belonged to You)
