Okay, I will write out loud that we are without a penny, due to unfortunate timing, mental illness, a car leased that we could not afford by my beloved, sick spouse.
He refuses meds now and I don’t know what’s gonna happen.
I am not wont to beg. Writing this makes me cry. I have many gorgeous (said humbly) paintings to sell. They range from postcard-size to full sheets. Twenty dollars up to $1000. Nevermins

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