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Sleep tight, old friends.
Posted by: Gail | June 25, 2020 at 09:26 PM
Where the freak did yer freaking owl go?! Oh where oh where can he be...
Posted by: Scribal Alum Candy | June 25, 2020 at 11:47 PM
I'll have to dig around in my art portfolio and find the original.
Posted by: gail | June 26, 2020 at 07:27 AM