My initial fling with Livebrush, the latest fad of design tooling.
Night treading, feet with soft cat fur on them underfoot in the dark after the fire has gone out.
Tonite is rain and wet paws squeak on the glass; tea water in a steel kettle sings for my cup, write the note over three times.
Shadow of my hair.
Sea water from the northwest of France to flush the senses. Or sinuses.
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When ever I see, "Livebrush", my brain thinks, "Liverbrush". My brain is soft and squishy.
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