I think I have a small love for mold. Not the gross kind that grows on strawberries, tomatoes, or worst of all, cucumbers (the smell is worse than rotting potatoes... things you learn when you work in a grocery store). But the pretty mold that grows on trees, and old wooden structures. Tomorrow I'll be starting a series in my Granddad's work shop, but for today, I give you "Mold".
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