My Diary: The Windmill

I was home in the morning and the smiling part of the afternoon.‭ ‬The house was shaped like an electric guitar and a column of birds ascended the central vent which in the age before robots ruled the world would have been called the chimney.‭ ‬During the evening I went down the darkest pit.

The Windmill

The Windmill

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