for a while i was looking for an apartment in seattle and i would stay in west seattle with my brother and his wife. my desk and computer were temporarily set up near the tortoise room, where pablina and salvador spend every single day of the winter--- living on grass and dandelion leaves, basking in florescent uv light, and barely moving for days. they are surprisingly loud animals because of their deadly claws. i would be working on the font for "the heavens" and hear something like falling books but it would only be the tortoises, who move just as slowly as you'd imagine. both are older than me. i am still looking for a certain clarendon. it looks a little like wells fargo's but lighter and taller.
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