Mistakes were made in the darkest hours with rockets flying and delight leaking out of the boat into the water to mix with fishes. Murder came with misdirections. Antlers grew from small bumps in the forehead and clashed with other sets. Leaky boats, everywhere. There was misuse of oars, splashing of dirty water, staining our legs. I found a cave beneath the earth to put my skin bag for a while. The time to emerge will be later, with powder. Now is the time to bake in the mysterious ovens, deep in the caves. What I will bake, I have no idea.
I cannot seem to post a picture today. Other than that, it is time to finish relics. The relics are static in their semi-finished state and have been for ages. I am seeking forward-movement and ultra fast marks to make themselves today. Large format painted relics take many months longer than I expect. The date of finish keeps receding further into the future. Better luck next time.
Hi everyone. It was nice seeing you at the tent meeting yesterday. Fairy, you were a most exciting host.