I made a cup of tea after work. With my warm cup of Beautiful Beverage in hand I stepped out into the garden. Not three steps outside, I paused. "Why?" you ask. Because the cup in my hand matched the outside world so perfectly. It had to be documented. A camara was snatched. Pictures were… Continue reading Existential Crises and such
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