I mentioned my muse a few times when I reclaimed her on the way to the dump. She fits right into my office. I’ve added the four additional faces I bought somewhere.

She’s a keeper; I look at her often, and the vibe is strong. She’s just ahead of my right shoulder.

I also took this flower photo today, and it might be my imagination, but I think this wildflower is snarling at me. At the very least, it seems angry, maybe growling or complaining. It’s an unusual look for a flower.

Maybe I’m imagining things. Every time I check the news, I get a headache and sometimes imagine ghosts and devils. He might be a Dybbuk.

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