My Diary: Wearing A Hat That Thinks For Me

I was feeling depressed all day‭ ‬-‭ ‬in a waking dream a frog came in and insisted on a kiss,‭ ‬after which I turned into a prince and a hand emerged from the quicksand and grasped a red rose before being sucked back down into the depths.‭ ‬All the men on the horizon were hunched and grey.

Wearing A Hat That Thinks For Me

Wearing A Hat That Thinks For Me

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