flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
Because once changed the stonemason to a potter, there was just no choice. I could hear ‘Unchained Melody’ in my head, and not the awful version from the awful stage musical.
And who can resist drawing a kitty in a hennin? People who aren’t me, that’s who. Also, nine pentacles is a lot of freaking pentacles, which is why I missed the fact that I didn’t fix two of them yet. Oops.