From Duncan Pflaster
Had dinner. Took a revivifying nap. Ready for another go at the draft. My gmail tells me it's raining. Perfect.
My cat is totally confused- He keeps thinking I'm coming out to feed him, when it's just to get coffee or water.
Comments, postings and the goings-on from the fifth incarnation of Phare Play's 21 hour play festival from the 40+ people who lived it.
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