Who on earth knows the time?
You know what you look like?
When the light hits it differently, even familiar places turn strange.
Might I recommend a quiet walk in the woods?
Everyone wanting something for nothing.
So there you go, that’s what it was for.
She suspects she is safe.
At about this time of night, the village ducks go insane.
It was important to me once. It’s not any more.
The world keeps turning and it has carried them with it.
But there we are and that’s how it is.
It’s down to us to keep going.
There we are. Simple as that.
We all fall into darkness.
How strange this all is.
But right now I’m enjoying this particular something.
Maybe later we’ll do something different.
You know what I mean.
We are doing something.
Do you want to do something?
Stand still. Be quiet.
It’s rather good so far.
I do hope it’s amusing.
That does rather strike me as an admission of defeat.
You never know what people are like after dark.
But the pictures are glorious so she must not complain.
They all live happily ever after.
What happens in the end?
We have adventures, of course.
But what do you do when you’re out in the forest?
It’s a different story I’m telling.
Is that really true or are you telling a story?
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