This cedar tree is younger than the western hemlocks behind and beside it.
[daily log: walking, 2km; retailing, 8hr]
Day: September 1, 2020
Caveat: Poem #1493 “Distortions”
ㅁ The land and sea were blended into one. A mist was clinging to the darkling trees. Among the stones a boat's vague shape appeared. Or was it just a ghost? One couldn't know.