animo testing?...
buds in Benhamra...
On weekends like these I am drawn out, away from my computer… an exodus from the city!
new scanner...
a fly tale...

“Um…” he fumbled… “Where did I come from?”
And so we settled down on the balcony with cookies and juice and I told him… long long ago when I got my first fancy camera, I spent many a day taking pictures of rust and cracked paint… and it was as I was taking pictures of a particularly weathered windowsill that I found a fly.
He was sick and weary from trying to reach the summer landscape on the other side of the glass… I took pity on his poor soul and took him in…
after some rest and chicken soup (which works for flies too by the way) he fully recovered to become the lovely fly I now call friend.
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