into the kitchen to get dry with a pot of tea, before putting on a brave face in the wet and cold to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune sit upon canvas sack and warm myself on the contentment of simply being. a lot of style from a stray cat, a mouser at heart with a fish market lineage that shows in the sea legs. there is enough Dvorak to get through.
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