My Diary: Splodge Portrait

This was one of the renowned “lumpy”days. After a long walk on a snail’s back I slipped into my role of ancient sentinel like a glove slips into a hand.I stood as a venerable oak man in the chicken roost – I named the chickens and then went home.

Splodge Portrait

Splodge Portrait

 

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