My Diary: What Happens When The Rain Doesn’t Know Where The Ground Is

I woke suddenly,‭ ‬half dressed as a medieval jester.‭ ‬After putting a striped school tie on a hairy spider which was hiding in the corner of the bathroom I sat at the breakfast table with a typewriter for a mouth.‭ ‬In the afternoon I found the invisible door and knocked loudly.

What Happens When The Rain Doesn't Know Where The Ground Is

What Happens When The Rain Doesn’t Know Where The Ground Is

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