My Diary: Happiness

I took my weekly trip on the paper boy boat just as the dawn coughed and turned over‭ (‬she disregarded the sound of the hunting horn in the troubadour distance‭)‬.‭ ‬I came back in arrow time holding onto paper chains and bags within bags within bags.‭ ‬I walked in the skittle and ball space as the baby girl fed the ducks and my wife told me that the fire in the hidden box had gone out.

Happiness

Happiness

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