Sketchbook Skool homework – first day at school.

I remember vividly the first break time, coming out of the classroom and holding tightly onto one of the poles supporting the Victorian glass veranda, staring wide eyed in shock at the shrieking hordes zooming back and forth across a vast featureless plateau. As I stood there in amazement, another girl sidled up to me and told me I couldn’t stand there, that was not my pole. It belonged to someone else. Someone bigger. 😦



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