Ink Drawings A4 |
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Me and my mum were there to buy a penguin. It was a dark, basement like space, rather damp. Penguins were wrapped in bunches, sort of like christmas trees can be. They were wrung out also, handy to carry, we wouldn't get wet or drip around. Here memory gets hazy; I think we wanted another penguin for some reason, one that was still in water, but that one wouldn't be at all as comfortable to carry. And then three penguins rose in a barrel, somewhat slowly, somewhat eerie-ly. |
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