Remember ttthe time we climbed thee grain silo?

Mosses

Today I looked at some art. I was left unfulfilled at the time. Now it's hours later, and I'm beginning to feel something in my lower toe. There was one piece I saw that struck me as different. I can't place my finger on it. Maybe it was the line quality or the washed-out color values. Regardless, I feel changed, and hopeful about our future. I feel relieved, and less doubtful about a healthcare scare. But something about this piece makes me feel like rolling around in moss.

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