My Diary: Hallelujah

I skipped across the stones set on the plastic river bed‭ (‬we had a large sink but no bathroom when I was a child‭) ‬to the village long house.‭ ‬Once there I unwrapped myself,‭ ‬disentangled the laurel leaves from the live electric cables and went in search of the windows the old ladies looked out of.‭ ‬I went home carrying a bust of Voltaire.

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

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