My Diary: Touching

It was my usual boat trip across the desert in the morning.‭ ‬I embraced joviality in the Giant’s sitting room and unpacked an imaginary bag.‭ ‬The journey home was shot from a bow and I arrived home to see the apple split in two.‭ ‬I ate a slow pie in the non urgent afternoon and went out this time as two people.

Touching

Touching

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