We’ve all gotten together and harnessed our love of France into a commune. It’s always been a commune of some sort, right? Evening and Quail have been laying low and for that there is apologies. Quail spent seven days on the permafrost, gathering soil samples for her collection. Evening has been working overtime, the extra money she makes she burns. On the steps of the bank. This is not a metaphor for whiskey in a paper bag. Meanwhile, even I have felt distant, but at the same time far away.
Oh! And some lollygagger with the same name as me has started their own mineral! Well we’ll see how long THAT lasts.
