My hands are covered in yellow and green paint. I have pages scattered around the floor drying. I mounted 64 stamps ready and waiting to play with. My table is covered in stuff. Making a mess will always and forever be the best kind of *Wednesday love*
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There is love and there are horrible horrible things which seem to be happening on a more frequent basis in this damned city. And sometimes I think that sparkles cannot lift my pessimism I'm afriad Rhi, dearie. I don't know; watch the news. :(
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