tidy, clean and perfectly sorted

It was a regular day at work

lots of meetings, little achievement

got home, beaten down, tired,

climbed out of my car

“fucking recycle bins need to come in.”

Then this…THIS!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“perfectly sorted” is what they said. “Good job”.

That tree’s my buddy! Thanks anonymous postcard guy!

Oh, yeah.

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