Meanwhile… this week
You may have noticed that I’ve changed the title. Think it makes sense to put all my news into one basket. So […]
Writers Block
So he went for a walk and came back drenched. The heavens pissed on him. The thunder howled ridicule. The lighting struck a tree nearby and he wished it had been him. The butchered tree wished it too.
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