broken things need fixing. this
artisanal sign suffered from shuffling and
storage, a far cry from its former
glory. it needed a new home, some place to
be safe, above the fray, so i loaded it for a
last move to the
vault.
it protruded from truck bed, rested on upright
tailgate, canopy hatch tied down with black
rubber bungees.
all it took was a hot glue gun, podcasts, and patience. better
than ever 3 years later in a
new pleasing context.
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