My Diary: A Tree Having A Thought

By a strange fluke I lived today in the early Seventeenth Century‭; ‬on a wide lawn with birds spiralling like Catholics.‭ ‬I ate off my ruff and sat for a portrait which would remain undiscovered for three hundred years‭ ‬-‭ ‬during which time my scowl was transformed into a laugh.

A Tree Having A Thought

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