The Random Diary Entries Of A Fool
Tuesday
8th February 1671
Today I followed a crumbling graffiti marked wall through the streets of a city I did not know, we sat by an oily river and talked of masonry and starfall and dropped sparrows into the depths to see if they would sink.
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