foie-gras

typical progression of the 12 bar blues here for Sunday night, rubbing off onto me. uninspired (clearly) and tired (zzz). no ride and no fancy ideas for me to cook up. but we aren't going hungry. of course not. yes, indeed, we move on, we paddle forward into the setting sun.

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