When a leaky roof becomes a source of refreshment, we drink.

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painting on a sad, rainy day

  I don’t know if it’s the rain (I do cherish this kind of weather, but perhaps not for too long), or if I miss my children, or I have the misfortune of ┬ádealing daily with unprofessional, inconsiderate fuckers, but I’ve been pretty maudlin all day. I don’t think it’s the rain. And at the […]

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