Caveat: Tree #20

Here is tree number twenty.

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This morning, I placed the Rockpit, AK, sign that Arthur’s friend Wayne had given him for Christmas. Now our “town” is properly identified.

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Midday, we drove into town because we have a leaky water filter we’re trying to fix, a problem that appeared when we reactivated the water supply after our long absence.

On our walk this afternoon, I saw Arthur sitting on a rock. He looked like a cantankerous forest gnome.

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[daily log: walking, 4km]

Caveat: Poem #905

Tall,
distant,
hanging back
beneath gray skies,
a typical tree
hunkers down and faces
a glowering gale, groping
the nourishing ground with its roots.
The ground reaches back, lifting the tree
up
on
its
back