I'm quite proud of my day today. I met with my Aunt briefly at High Street Kensington to swap various belongings before stumbling upon a rather large park that I spent hours in. I ambled for a time in search of the perfect patch of grass, which I found beneath a happy tree. I ate a seeded bread roll and used the brown paper bag to write a song on. When I was satisfied with my words I took a nap before buckling my shoes and finding my way back. I bought another bread roll because I needed the brown paper bag. I walked the slightly longer way home to do something brave, and have a little pride for doing so.
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| The space where I layed. |
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| This is my song, it's called 'Polish Love Story' |
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| There is something so lovely about this man and the way it looks as though he's been sitting beneath that tree for such a time that it has become perfectly moulded to his back, and his back only. |
