One of those quiet afternoons that should happen more often. There's snow falling outside the dormer window in the kitchen. The cats are racing around the house and scaling the clotheshorse in record time. I have a belly full of great food and a new set of clippers. A morning of sleep, lunch with my dad and a solid dose of Gogol Bordello have cured
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