My Diary: Your Face As Music

I flew out into the countryside of yesteryear‭; ‬riding on a large white swan,‭ ‬my childhood locks blowing in the wind.‭ ‬I flew over the large craters that looked like mouths and settled down among the long grass where giant rodents where finally discovering Christ.‭ ‬After a quiet conversation I flew back home‭; ‬over large mouths that looked like craters.

Your Face As Music

Your Face As Music

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