Day Four-Hundred and Twenty-Nine

I had this vision all night in my head of what to draw. Someone pulling on someone else. It didn't work. This picture in my head just couldn't transfer. You can see it here in the stick figures that are randomly placed in the drawing. I listened to a lot of Wussy after I got home tonight, and I thin, maybe, I changed perspectives on the what to draw. Here it is.

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"Said you couldn't name the hour it began to feel like home."
~Wussy
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