My Diary: Three Girls Eating Icecreams

I was still alive all day with the undertaker,‭ ‬she,‭ ‬still in black and hiding a tomato sauce bottle in her top pocket.‭ ‬We talked of the shadows of giant birds wings and the snippet of a song which was heard on the breeze as old animals walked slowly into the diminishing distance.‭ ‬I came home to find my home transformed into a windmill.

Three Girls Eating Icecreams

Three Girls Eating Icecreams

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