After a stressful day at work, I come home with doors playing in my ears. I start looking for an old book, Jonathan Livingston Seagull, because it is one of those "feel good" books I keep going back to in times like these. I end up finding not the book but some leftover paint boxes.
I quickly shower and I make this
2 comments:
that was so eerie...
Hey, That's a good start. Nice!
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