It's a rose in jail.Or maybe it's a rose behind the old quilt stand that my father has decided should live out its final days as somewhat of a trellis.
Or something.
To be honest, I'm having a pretty bad typing day today (the backspace key is going to want a raise soon). I think we'll just leave things at the pointless photo stage rather than attempting a blatherage.
You're welcome, hands.
You too, my two fans.
Later, then.
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