"Yea, all which it inherit - shall dissolve, and like this insubstantial pageant faded, leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff as dreams are made on - and our little life is rounded with a sleep." Tempest Act 4 William Shakespeare
Monday, January 23, 2017
For the past several days I've been in my "studio"-
really just an office crammed with so much grip gear I have to watch where I'm stepping.
Should have something worked out in a day or two.
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