Upon a finite shore he waits for his Pilot to bear him to his infinite home since, in this life, there is always hope. Happy New Year!
Friday, January 1, 2021
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A High-Handed Horse
There's nothing to this. It's merely the result of spending some time in the company of a pencil when neither of us had much to say.
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