This tree lives under a bridge like a troll.
[daily log: walking, 6km;]
Day: November 22, 2022
Caveat: Poem #2303 “A great expanse”
ㅁ Things I miss about Los Angeles include the smell before the dawn, tacos within a short walk, the whooshing sound of cars, Spanish overheard, broken sidewalks, mad traffic, oak trees, dirt.
– a nonnet.