In which The Gay Recluse sees remnants of craft in the morning commute.

This is where we stand every morning to wait for the train.

And dream of stenciling this pattern onto the walls of our office.
In which The Gay Recluse sees remnants of craft in the morning commute.

This is where we stand every morning to wait for the train.

And dream of stenciling this pattern onto the walls of our office.
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