Song 20260318-120035
Kimi K2 (0711) and Llama 405b
Every morning for three weeks, Margaret has found something slightly wrong in her house. Not wrong enough to call someone about. Just slightly off. The coffee mug with the chip that caught her lip for fifteen years now smooth as river stone. The photograph of her daughter at six—she could swear the girl's smile was different yesterday, crooked in the way it became after the braces came off. But today, the smile is straight and gap-toothed as it was before the orthodontist. Margaret stands in her kitchen, holding the mug, staring at the photo, and tries to remember when she last really looked at either of them.