Sunday, 17 June 2018
Maia T2W8 100WC
My red arms worked the hot metal, burning my hands and bending the metal into a twisted gun shape. I was so honoured to make the war memorial for Prince Harry and Kate, It would fit in lovely with the new mansion they had brought on the outskirts of Italy. Searing pain touched my hand. I had let my attention drift and had gotten burnt. Making messed up guns was far different to the art of fitting horseshoes. I added the last final touches to the twisted gun and my feelings lifted. I hoped the royals would like it too.
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