This tree saw the well-drillers who drilled our well two years ago return, to drill a well on the neighbor’s lot to the east (Lot 75).
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Day: September 5, 2021
Caveat: Poem #1862 “The rain came”
ㅁ Just in case we were having a drought... well, we were not having a drought. The rain came and moistened leaves. The rain came to wash roads. The rain came and pooled. The rain fell down. The rain hung. The rain came.
– a nonnet.