Not a Tall

Not a Tall
03.08.14 (Day 224)
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A small structure, made of bricks. Usually with a roof and a bucket on a rope: that’s where we live. Usually to be found in a garden, where I’d like to be (someone else’s: they know).
After yesterday’s falling through of the roof, it’s back up again; providing cover for the well beneath. There are few remaining who get the metaphors but those who still do will get me. I’ll be taking the bookends (The Fold-up one and The Ninja) and my Clingy Thingy.
I have a stepping stone in the garden: a magical garden. When I asked for help, those who live there said “Not at all”.
That place will get me better and stop me being not a tall well.

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