A few grubby nasty winds whistling through the dreary streets today. The Ekelschuhwerk after a romantic walk thought (but then only the wet, cold, icy and generally was just bähpfui) soaked again and drops the floor now happily full. Then rather in the bookstore of trust scurried to stock up on new night reading and make the pre-Christmas spirit recycling. Who knows, maybe sit around and Mumford & Sons and blare of White Blank Pages, Little Men, and various Lion Caves?
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