My Diary: Horizon Shapes

I came out of the sad mists of time to take the jester’s road to town.‭ ‬An assemblage of total strangers cut the day into manageable slices as‭ “‬Pixie-head‭” (‬my name not hers‭) ‬hovered at least six inches above the ground.‭ ‬I was just about to proclaim the apotheosis of time when a coconut fell on my own head.

Horizon Shapes

Horizon Shapes

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