Out of the woods.

Wood on the Downs (1929) by Paul Nash

I’m building an army of imaginary friends.

There’s no pressure to take a human shape. Remember, you’re imaginary. You don’t need a body. You don’t need a life or a wife or a house or a bank account. You don’t need a hand or a horse or a husband or a farm.

Tell me you’re a tiny rabbit, living in a dollhouse. Tell me ab…

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