This tree came to a complete stop near the post office.
[daily log: walking, 2.5km; retailing, 7hr]
Day: November 17, 2020
Caveat: Poem #1570 “Thirtieth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon couldn't help asking the ghosts. Late in the night they would lurk on the coast, drifting along the wide lake's rocky shore, helpless and hoping to not be ignored.