Me neither, but there’s a first time for everything.
As an ambivalently-mostly-former colony of the Imperialist Hegemony, we here in New Zealand celebrate Guy Fawkes’ Day — in honor of early acts of terrorism or something.
Since I live on an apple orchard, I’m in the envious position of being within sneezing distance of a pile of pruning off-cuts from the…
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