Sunday, March 9, 2014

The caped crusader

In the dying moments of the day. One boy stood alone. He ate the sausage sandwich. He alone got it all over his face. Keeping his face paint intact.


-At the bush dance in the church carpark. Face painting chalk drawing, jumping castle, gladiators, and a nerf war - which as a punishment seb was not allowed to participate in. The tears glistening in his eyes here were a product of an effective punishment served.
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