This tree likes to hang with the in crowd.
[daily log: walking, 4km]
Day: October 16, 2020
Caveat: Poem #1538 “Unwilled”
ㅁ I walked down the road until... a bird passed, fluttering fast, the air still... no more will.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
This tree likes to hang with the in crowd.
[daily log: walking, 4km]
ㅁ I walked down the road until... a bird passed, fluttering fast, the air still... no more will.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.