My aunt and I are agreed: looks like a blanket with sleeves. I suppose inspiration is taken from the transition between togas and shirts. She disapproves, I'm undecided.
(pic to be reoriented later at a real computer with complete software functionality: would that KDE or Gnome ran on Android)
The heavens are bowed about my head, shouting like seraph wars,
With rains that might put out the sun and clean the sky of stars,
Rains like the fall of ruined seas from secret worlds above,
The roaring of the rains of God none but the lonely love.
Feast in my hall, O foemen, and eat and drink and drain,
You never loved the sun in heaven as I have loved the rain.
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