Rhapsodies of the Wise Old Bird
Tuesday, 13 September 2016
It has been an eventful day and has left me puzzled and - well, you shall see:
What do you do when you meet the ballerina from Swan Lake?
Everything is underwater except the "candle" and the green "place mats".
The ballet continues:
And the candle burns with a blue flame:
And the ballerina falls "down", her tiara left behind
And one wakes up and it was just a dream:
W O B
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