The Random Diary Entries Of A Fool
24th April 1671
Morning breaks like an arthritic giant causing flutterings of noise and half hearted
murmers. Moss covered cobbled stones direct me to a sign hung heavy with
irony and woodworm,
'Come Directionless and muddled, Come And Savour The Sights Unknown'
A moments pause could mean a lifetime, so after 5 I stumble on.
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