My Diary: Cradling A Child

A bad weather day.I spent most of it with women as thin as pencils-writhing like stooks of corn.I had to go out in the evening,all of a sudden,to examine the teeth of huge cavernous mouth-like the presumed gates of hell.

Cradling A Child

Cradling A Child

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