Day 1143, my shovel. Day's pictures, Poetry Behind the white door grey walls I sit and live and see the world where the rod is wielded obeyed and people forget we all should just play build sandcastles Nochrisis Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related