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MARGARINE TUBS OF MARBLES AND ERASERS

This morning the air brings a sense of cleanliness and has no particular scent that I can determine. A gentle chatter of birds sounds from the aerials and chimney pots. I get the sense the day started a while ago for them. Alt text says this week’s photo is a glass jar with a blueContinue reading “MARGARINE TUBS OF MARBLES AND ERASERS”