this little guy hangs out in our yard. he tightropes along the cables that connect our roof to the street. he shimmies around in the bushes at night. this particular night he was on the fence about the impromptu bike maintenance shop we set up on our front step, intruding on his nighttime run of the place. I coerced his forgiveness with a little swatch of nut-bread.
silvino, the possom, and my front tire inner tube
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