In A World of Human Wreckage

Pink butterflies... I love butterflies... this was a rub on (still more of the bleach backgrounds) and then a stamp .... easy, subtle...

on the not-so-easy side, my ceiling appears to have water damage, now that have had some rain. I am a bit peeved.

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