My Diary: The Angel

My cold got worse as I walked to the high land‭ (with‬ the great expanse of smiling sky‭) ‬with a portion of English hedgerow balanced on my head.‭ ‬Later,‭ ‬I raced in my snail yacht following a spittle of cloud and attempting to speak my name as many times a second as possible.‭ ‬When I got home I shortened my Christian name to gate‭ ‬-‭ ‬which I slowly opened.

The Angel

The Angel

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