My Diary: Design For A Fountain

t was a cold morning,‭ ‬which I spied from a telescope held the wrong way round.‭ ‬The ships moored up against the garden fence were covered in hoar.‭ ‬I took a newspaper to town,‭ ‬crumpled it for a couple of hours and then returned garlanded with dolls holding hands.‭ ‬The evening was spent in one of those places that bridge the real world and an alternative one.‭ ‬I came home in the cold‭ ‬-‭ ‬the ships were moored in anticipation.

Design For A Fountain

Design For A Fountain

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