My Diary: Burning Hat

I went to see Father Christmas.‭ ‬I rose early with dove wings and visions of snow hopping kangaroos.‭ ‬However,‭ ‬it was mid morning before I managed to undo the chains from the rock I was shackled to.‭ ‬I then took the long journey where old trees fell to the dead house gardens where my wife and I had long past.‭ ‬I dug up as many memories as possible.

Burning Hat

Burning Hat

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