Good evening, Everybun!
A day of remembering everybun that had crossed the Rainbow Bridge, only more so. Our morning frenzy lasted much longer than expected. My biped really cleaned my art room. There were places he didn't dare to touch since February. It demanded an excessive dispensation of cookies. We didn't object, of course. And you heard me right—I said "My room."
Now we're just loafing. And still arting. It's particularly important when stuff tries to come up and crush your throat. And that's how we ended up working on this little piece, which will become a small color study.
Good night and good luck!
- Gus
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