Desert Sand Mica

Whatever, just crash it Bob...


Dy asks where the snow is. It's right here!

Emma and I are about to bundle up and go run some errands. Post office, dry cleaners, I know, big yawn-a-rooni. I think I better go get some wood too, gonna be a three-dog-night and all we've got are a few caged rodents, and two cats who wished they lived here alone.


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