With the coast clear, I have taken a moment to grab my stash of fabric and notions, and unleased them on the living room.
It looks like fabricland exploded in here, with Micheal's as the aftershock.
And yet, I feel as if I do not have enough of everything.
This is the Nest. It is a terrifying place.
I have my music. It is time to Dancing Mad.
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