My Diary: Crocodile Tears

My wife was out at a Beduin camp so I had time to lick all the stamps in my stamp collection and then migrate to my studio as the days shortened and the geese stock piled snow shovels.‭ ‬I whistled at my work and then ate an ocean liner for my lunch.‭ ‬I had to pace the bridge in the evening as the dark ships got closer.

Crocodile Tears

Crocodile Tears

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