This tree stood guard over the newly re-wrapped RV. It was a lot of work getting that wet tarp back over it.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km]
Day: January 11, 2021
Caveat: Poem #1625 “The recurring maps in my dreams”
ㅁ Dreamed I searched for a book but failed to find wandered cities, towns the tierra caliente in Mexico's humid south a book of hand-drawn maps appeared the man refused to sell it to me
– a reverse nonnet.