This tree is outside the back door to the gift shop. You can see that the Alaska State Troopers like to park back there.
[daily log: walking, 2.5km; carwashing, 2hr]
Day: July 1, 2021
Caveat: Poem #1796 “Thirty-sixth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon stared at the sky with distaste. Solutions she'd tried had all gone to waste. Still, she had hoped to explain her concerns. Life always tossed her these frustrating turns.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.