A tree, from the archive.
[daily log: flying, some large distance]
Arthur and I are traveling to visit my mother (his sister) in Australia.
I might not have much interesting to say in this here blog over the next few days. But anyway, I’ll post more when we get there.
Meanwhile, you’ll notice I’ve queued some poems and trees to keep each day monotonously the same for you, my kind reader(s).
See you later alligator.
arrivals too, soon after
but the road goes on