The hairy muppety bellybutton tree...

It could be the drink. Or the new full lockdown. Or just life. But the fine skies and hills shots and washed and waulked woollens will be elsewhere. This. This strangeness will mark January 4th. The rest of this year in these benighted times....well, who knows!?! The very gall of it. Brrrr!

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