My Diary: The Sacrifice

Large fish were hunting for small men as the stair rods came down like old people in wheel chairs.‭ ‬Having several sacks of time in my hands I sat in the Red Indian shed chanting and moving my peace pipe pencil in complex spirals.‭ ‬The lost tribes walked round aimlessly in the prison yard.‭ ‬I went out to unlock the door and then went out to lock it again‭ ‬-‭ ‬having never gone inside.

The Sacrifice

The Sacrifice

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