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Explored an undisclosed moffitish place with Luna in July.

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Art Credit: Young woman writing a letter
Federico Zandomeneghi
Painting, 1874, 45.7×38.1 cm

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Art Credit: A boy writing a letter by candlelight
Follower of Henry Robert Morland (British, lived circa 1716–1797)
oil on canvas, 73.3 x 60.5 cm. (28.9 x 23.8 in.)

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Art Credit: Man Writing a Letter
Gabriël Metsu (Dutch, 1629-1667)
Oil on wood panel
52.5 cm × 40.2 cm (20.7 in × 15.8 in)

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Art Credit: Woman Reading a Letter
Gabriël Metsu (Dutch, 1629-1667)
Oil on wood panel
52.5 cm × 40.2 cm (20.7 in × 15.8 in)

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I’m not sure whether cafeteriacore is a thing anywhere but in my mind. If not, this is me now actualizing it on the internet.

(I really wish I’d documented that Salisbury Steak I had a few months ago - that was the ultimate cafeteriacore experience.)

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Art Credit: Mending and Mending (2004)
Brian Kershisnik (American, living)
oil on canvas
72 x 84 in vs. 42 x 54 in

(Is this GIF transformative, satirical, noncommercial, or just flat out stupid enough that I won’t get a cease and desist over it?)

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Art Credit: A Perfect Poem (2011)
Brian Kershisnik (American, living)
oil on canvas on canvas
24 x 20 in

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Art Credit: Jove decadent (1899)
Ramon Casas i Carbó (Catalan, 1866-1932)
oli sobre tela
6,5 (Alçada) × 56 (Amplada) cm

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My wife jokingly asked my kids to figure out what I should be for Halloween, and my daughter quickly came up with this concept and then actualized it. So I wore it while I lurked out in the street behind my kids during their trick-or-treating.

(This would be the first time I had a Halloween costume of any sort in decades, other than the one time I went to work dressed roughly like Lionel Richie on the cover of his first album, and didn’t tell anyone, and no one ever knew. Might do that again sometime; I’d need some new white pants.)

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