This was an undertaking for the brave of heart...or at least stomach. As petrified bird shit turned into dust and hung in the stale air and mildew clung to the dirt, Jason and I fought the good fight with broom and dust pan in rubber gloved hand. Four hours later we rouse victorious from the ruins. It is not yet the great wall of china or the house of chanel...but wait my child, wait!
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