It seems like all of my friends have birthdays this month. I am not really a person who goes out a lot and everyone is having a party. I missed a friend coming over last night for dinner, so I made him a picture. here it is:
My coat and I live comfortably togther. It has assumed all my wrinkles, does not hurt me anywhere, has moulded itself on my deformities, and is complacent to all my movements, and I only feel its presence because it keeps me warm. Old coats and old friends are the same thing.
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Annie Bradley
These are my random blogs, not necessarily concerning art, but I will mention it here and there.
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