My Diary: The Dying Saint

I was expecting to put on my armour and mount the old war horse early enough to join the caterpillars in their interstellar foraging‭; ‬unfortunately I was late and missed the boat to the island where the trees communicate with dog barks.‭ ‬Poppy,‭ ‬the collie/policeman cross had dropped all her leaves by the time I got in.

The Dying Saint

The Dying Saint

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