This tree was bent.
I had a pretty terrible day. Feeling “under the weather” and suffering a couple of financial “gotchas” at the store. Feeling inadequate the tasks I’ve taken on for myself.
[daily log: walking, 5.5km; retailing, 9hr]
Day: March 27, 2024
Caveat: Poem #2793 “The final resting place”
ㅁ Once, driving across North Dakota, I crashed into a butterfly. At the time I didn't know, but later, stopped for gas, its beautiful corpse hung there limply: the bumper gave it rest.
– a nonnet.