My Diary: Violent Landscape

I trudged to town with a sack of biscuits on my back for the eleven o’clock tea break.‭ ‬I soon became the slave of the stickman and placed grey holes across the alphabetical floor according to size and seniority.‭ ‬I came home with a flower pot on my head‭ (‬hiding my straw ears‭)‬.

Violent Landscape

Violent Landscape

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