Gustav go away.

It’s raining here, perfect sleeping weather.

When I was a boy, my dad tore down a shed that was made of old, old, oak planks. I took the planks and build a shack, I used old sheets of tin for the roof, which never seemed not to leak somewhere. I would hide out in my little shack and listen to the raindrops on the tin roof and read a book, just glad for the moment of peace.

Seems like today is a good day not to run around.

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