When Stanley came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on his left.
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Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night-filled mountain, in itself, forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
All of his co-workers were gone. What could it mean? Stanley decided to go to the meeting room; perhaps he had simply missed a memo.
The Deep Poolrooms.
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Back in my art school days I used to ride the 710 COPSA line from Parque Del Plata to Montevideo almost everyday. This is the Marcopolo Viaggio G4 Mercedes Benz model from the late 80s, one of the older bus models that was running on the line.
A house I've built a while ago. :)
It nicely separates the snowy biome from the grassy one.
It's built with painted Ebonstone.
I worked so hard to get all four of them to the end safely, but then...
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