Why did I come in here?

By Bootneck

Evening

Evening closes in. The lowering sun is refracted in the lens of a garden light purchased by the Garden Fairy. I tried to explain that delightful as the lamps appear, the howling South Westerlies would convert them to bits of plastic. Prophesy came true. That will be used against me in the near future, I can feel the tension mounting. :-)

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