My Diary: Stereotypical Escapism

June is on a mid winter summer holiday‭ (‬it is apparently its own and someone else’s season‭)‬,‭ ‬catching up on butterfly jobs in our beetle pupa home.‭ ‬I skimmed pebbles across the top of the badly put together sideboard and watched them sink into the tidal drawers.‭ ‬June went to town using strands of her own hair as guides,‭ ‬I followed some time later using flashes of light off the top of my head.‭ ‬When we met she had placed her shopping bags in a circle and was awaiting a Hollywood Red Indian attack.‭ ‬I don’t really approve of stereotypes and came home on an early version of hovercraft‭ (‬it stopped off half way and vacuumed a house‭)‬.‭ ‬I noticed the people in the next street to ours were still besieging a castle while the occupants of the next street to them had only just discovered fire.

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