My Diary: Orange Escape

I was out in my past in the morning.‭ ‬I was Jack and climbed up the beanstalk,‭ ‬through the clouds,‭ ‬to the land where all the curtains have tears in them.‭ ‬I came home in a chariot pulled by swans.‭ ‬The afternoon was spent in green-fingered bliss.

Orange Escape 1

Orange Escape 1

Orange Escape 2

Orange Escape 2

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