This tree (at left below) stands at the exit to Craig Harbor.
[daily log: walking, 2km; catching, 10salmon]
Day: August 12, 2019
Caveat: Poem #1107 “The oldest house”
the oldest house hangs at the mind's edge where we imagine prototypes the fractal roofs extending piling up rooms like foam and we walk in dreams through cold hallways tasting dust breathing sighs