I’m painting again. It’s the first thing I do in the morning before feeding my animals. This morning I stood with brush in hand so long the cats started complaining, then the bird, then my stomach, I heard from everyone but the fish. AND by the time I shook myself free I’d hosted a spider who’d left a nice web from the right side of my forehead over my eye, and he’d left me tieing off at my shoulder! I hope he left me, I’d probably not know because now I’m writing.
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