My Diary: Red Sun Over Wood

I had part of the day in the urban oasis that reaches out like a handshake to the countryside‭ (‬where everyone has nails protruding from their coats‭)‬.‭ ‬I smeared myself in sunshine like the celebrated‭ “‬Lardoman‭” ‬-‭ ‬at a supermarket near you soon‭! ‬-‭ ‬and pretended that midday would last for ever.

Red Sun Over Wood

Red Sun Over Wood

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