Black lines of communication slash the sky. I had had early may as a powerful period where events would be great. Meetings, travel, yet all seems morose. Devon turned mixed, I never made Leeds, hoped to see old friends, a wedding. My main client states that his architect wants creative in put on my furniture for his house. I hope this works. I only make my own designs but with client, architect and me all wanting an imprint on my work, all pleasure is gone.
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