This tree was along a river where seagulls found dead fish to eat.
The rain stopped and the sun came out in the afternoon.
[daily log: walking, 5km; retailing 8hr]
Day: September 19, 2023
Caveat: Poem #2603 “I slept, and this happened”
ㅁ Dream: future Mexican dystopia - robotic programmers stacked like firewood.
– a tetractys.