This tree lurked among large, fallen branches detached from the treehouse-trees.
[daily log: walking, 1km; spaghettizing, 1hr]
Day: September 11, 2021
Caveat: The Internet of Hats
Lest my incessant postings of trees and poetry bore you, there are other options on the internet.
There’s a guy who has a blog of nothing but hats.
Caveat: Poem #1868 “Forty-first stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon stared at the mist and the trees. Recent events filled her soul with unease. All of reality's rules had been bent. Now she'd just wait and would see how things went.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.