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at this moment in time, however, I cannot yet leave. about five more hours still. but I am ready for it then, ready for it now. the weekend lurks, creeps. that's what weekends do now. they don't come pleasurably. they arrive on exhausted, plucked wings. I love you.
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Also: thank you for the feedback on yesterday's portrait. it is up there as one of my personal favorites, I'd say.
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A similar vein? --------------------->
(sit a spell and let's talk it all over)