Thursday afternoon in July, the cheerfull sun pokes its long fingers through the cracks in the trees and dapples the floor, the plants, the pond. A gentle breeze massages the heat from settling, and the chirp of birds rises above the sounds of the city. Indoors, with his blinds shut, wob clicks away at after effects.

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