Not Over Till It be Over

 That title looks wrong.

Had a good exchange with my other. They had built a world where I no longer loved them and wanted to leave their hideousness… or some such. This is not the case and hence the world continues to rotate. New paths have been started. Uuuuuu, and stuff.

No good picture this time. I think. I haven’t looked. Yet.


Oh, that’s not bad and totally not relevant.

One bird and two stones. About 40 pounds or $80(USD) at the time of this posting.

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