This tree had some ravens.
[daily log: walking, 5km; retailing, 9hr]
Day: December 6, 2023
Caveat: Poem #2681 “The yellow grass”
ㅁ The tall grass waves alongside the road, bleached pale yellow by the winter, twisting and dancing in wind, which swarms off the sea's arms... woeful, abandoned, perennial but asleep until Spring.
– a nonnet.