My Diary: The Hill

A Bank Holiday which I frittered away smearing mud on the faces of vanished warriors and listening to voices from my happier times which have always emanated from the carefully upturned flowers.‭ ‬I later tied myself to a twisted trunk and watched the sun girl play tennis with the moon dog‭ ‬-‭ ‬the star cat fell asleep on the armchair dreaming of it’s exam results.

The  Hill

The Hill

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