Think back to those cold January days where you wandered thru the weeds To the edge of an expanse of dead corn stalks and stinking farm land mud Top layers wet with melt, frozen solid underneath How did you get here, looking down to the mud and sighing ‘Same.’
There’s been so much happening. My metamour is temporarily laid up, and that put a strain on our Polycule temporarily.
Things are better. It was like stepping out after being closed up for winter, taking a deep breath of spring air…and trip-falling right into a mud puddle.