Better late than never, eh? This was originally going to be your Christmas/birthday gift. But then I descended into an agony of doubt about whether or not it was laaaaame. And so I decided to draw for you instead. Except one fit of pencilly pique later, I don't think that's going to work out.

So.

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There's a place - whether it's real or not, I don't think it really matters. There's a place called 'Juliet's balcony', ( in fair Verona, where we lay our scene. )

Mornings aren't so much better, at all, but at least they're clearer.

I suppose I should just make myself a nametag that says Grisóstomo and be done with it.

ETA: Also, haha, I just found a bunch of snow-white hairs whilst brushing, which made me go *sigh* a bit. Then I took a closer look in the mirror, hmmmed, turned on the lights, looked again, and realised that all along my hairline and parting is starting to go silver.

Hilarity.