My Diary: Old Age

It was a small dawn when I watered my plant collection hanging in the wardrobe.‭ ‬I had to shuffle to town because I had the confessions of my second childhood wrapped round my ankles.‭ ‬For a variety of reasons I could only revolve on the glass stage during the medical dissection part of the day‭ ‬-‭ ‬wearing a map of the world as a turban in the late afternoon.

Old Age

Old Age

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