My uncle dropped by and demolished a low wall he'd built in the early 60, which was holding back a slope and started to fall apart. We'll get a new one with holes for plants at the top.
I took a good bite out of my accumulated deviantart messages, the lion share of that progress being achieved by deleting most group submissions in my watchlist.
The trade art is traced with fixed proportions.
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