
Although admittedly our stuff is still a bit unusual. I don't know anyone else living in their basement while construction workers' radios blare atrocious music, air nailers provide a rhythmic staccato, and air compressors hum incessantly in the background. I'm not complaining though this beats the eight months that we lived in the fifth wheel, at least I can twirl around in the middle of the room and not touch anything.
Writing is a little scary, it's a bit like inviting a whole bunch of people to a party and not knowing if anyone will show up. But, seldom having shied away from a challenge before, here we go. Officially the tale of Life by the Swake has been launched.
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