Day 1357, paint. Day's pictures, Poetry I live in a tall wooden house with high ceilings where my thoughts float up and I can’t see the paint that protects Share this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related
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