artist + writer + perpetual home renovator

mumbling to myself aloud with English butcheries, in public, at times it is embarrassing.

Day 17

Different flora comes into life each new day, lilly pads continue to encroach, and my little swollen digits are slow in their recovery and make gripping difficult. I believe I’ll break out my rachet straps this morning to heave her up. They require no strength...
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