My Diary: Friends And Anti-Friends

My wife and I walked the anteater tongue to the pile of medieval books where we like to eat.‭ ‬While we were sat pulling apart the wreckage of downed Second World War aeroplanes a parade of soldiers waltzed by.‭ ‬I sat at the controls of an intergalactic freighter while June pulled the cords of our family parachute.

Friends

Friends

 

Anti-Friends

Anti-Friends

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