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There's nothing quite as cosy as getting in to bed with your wife and being joined by your two lovely cats, all curled up at the bottom of the bed. Sunday night bliss.

Sunday Night • Opuss № I

With out a care, With out a thought, She fills my nostrils, With her acrid wind. My wife.

Wind • Opuss № I

Thoughtful gesture coming right up.

Morning • Opuss № I