Tuesday, 9 August 2011

the great fire of london burned and burned, how long will the flame go on they asked?

papa lost his wallet in the woods. a week later it was handed in at a tiny polise station thirty miles away.

three europian tourists had found it behind a bench in the woods. inside they wrote papa a note.

the reason it took a week to get handed in was because they walked all those miles to find a police station.

i know london is a mess and that the riots are spreading but moments like lost wallets and kind strangers sometimes restores my faith in humanity.
My photo
somewhere over the rainbow
hullo there stranger, welcome to the better side of me.

porcelain puppet dolls