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Another day without a picture. I took this one a few weeks ago, but thought it was fitting. This 365 Days of Us has started really fucking shithouse, right?

I promise, tomorrow will be better.

Gotta grab life by the balls and believe that Gus was found and buried on a riverfront property by an old local cocky who’s name is Bob, and farewelled by his wife Rosie, who popped some roses on top of where he lays.

It’s a nice thought; resting forever, asleep by the Murray, swinging in his hammock.