"Dear painting of Flaco, if you wasn't 4 feet x 4 feet, you would'a made it to crit on time. Instead you broke free from your harness and flew backwards onto traffic. However, at the edge of glorious failure your luck became you and you narrowly escaped two semis through the passageway of only a car and bike lane's space. Oh, dear, luckier than most Deer, if I hadn't run to the street, had that semi have risked it all?" My comments are "...at least it made it to critique at all."
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