My Diary: Hair Art

It was as wet as washed clothes all day.‭ ‬I sucked up the water from the moat and climbed the winding steps to the grey magical turret so that the doves could be released‭ ‬-‭ ‬they flew off in coats of many colours.‭ ‬After several pirouettes on a penny farthing I walked to the shining dungeons with Quasimodo on my back and pigeons flying overhead.‭ ‬The music had teeth and claws that dripped red.

Hair Art

Hair Art

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