My Diary: The Unfettered Thoughts Of An Empty Box

I was given a diary and was amazed to discover parts of my life already written down in it. I read the words I hadn’t written as June and I became submarine wallflowers in the underwater dance hall. I eventually reached the surface with the seaweed orchestra still playing in my waterproof head.

The Unfettered Thoughts Of An Empty Box

The Unfettered Thoughts Of An Empty Box

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