Well, this is the new "book i'm reading" but the weather is still shitty same.
The cats, who like me are all waiting for the spring to come back, have all taken up residence on the sofa which means i am doing most of my reading by the kitchen window that looks down into the wet and muddy meadow where the Deer pass by.
The fields have turned so verdent green that when a crow landed as i was driving past its blackness startled me so much i swerved in shock.
An emerald with a mad witch's eye.
Or the first coal drawn from the veins of the earth lain on a tapestry of mint gathered fesh at sunrise.
Well, something like that.
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