My Diary: Picking Fruit

This was Microdot’s last day.‭ ‬Since the time I had balanced a pyramid on my head‭ (‬with a dead pharaoh resting on my eyebrows‭) ‬she had kept all my secrets disguised as a full stop at the bottom of her page.‭ ‬In consequence,‭ ‬I built a toy boat in my eyrie and promised to write a book for her.‭ ‬When we left the deserted house the whole world was painted with thin parallel lines.

Picking Fruit

Picking Fruit

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