My Diary: Finding A Hole In A Hole

I left June making the shadow of a plunging sailfish on the hall floor and took a bale of hay coloured straw to the burnt at the edges countryside,‭ ‬stopping off to get a bag of green ears for the green heads I am making.‭ ‬I met the Old and New Pretenders pulling memories from their beards‭; ‬I compared them with my own‭ ‬-‭ ‬although I pulled these from a plain brown paper bag which I had scribbled over as a child‭ (‬I didn’t know at the time but the scribbles would be the cast members of my first play‭; ‬performed in the‭ ‬hall of a hilltop house very near the coiled spring coast‭)‬.‭ ‬After a spell of trimming the fine hairs on the left leg of a Nordic Giantess I came home on the upper surface of a Frisbee‭; ‬eventually being caught by the dog at the town crier portal of our front gate.

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