(Poem #175 on new numbering scheme)
The sun had forsaken all, having slipped down a deep well. There were bad fish in that pool that had stolen the sun's soul.
– an englyn proest dalgron
[daily log: walking 1km]
Caveat: Englyn #68 “Sunk”
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That reminds me of a Haruki Murakama novel…the wind up bird chronicles. I discovered this author when I read Kafka by the Shore in your apartment!