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Moving in from the busy, rapid city to FurryMUCK for a change in life. Kona is no longer who he once was. In fact, he’s no longer human.
The Milky Way streaks across a glimmering black sky; painted by those no longer with you, as I was told. It, along with snow tipped peaks and my habituated temperate conifers reflects imperfectly across Trembleur lake before me.
I’ll be redesigning my website / blog. But first I’ll be helping [adjective][species] with their website migration taking the 30-day furry art challenge dealing with melting arctic ice.