My Diary: Self Portrait In Someone Else’s Apartment

Poppy and I are taking long walks again. Today, we went to the reed beds where the space rockets are born – walking past Cerebus like two red uniformed soldiers. I marvelled at the willows in the sunshine as I leant against an old gate with a Russian lady on my head.

Self Portrait In Someone Else's Apartment

Self Portrait In Someone Else’s Apartment

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