The shrub and the nail gun, a love story, the finale
13th May 2004
Stepping out the front door this morning, after a wonderful uninterupted sleep, I couldn’t help but notice, lying motionless off to the side of the garden under some at least to me unknown variety of shrub, a man with a length of 4 by 2 nailed to the back of his head. Ahhh, my partner left me a gift, how nice, and good to know she’s handy ’round the house.
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