(Poem #168 on new numbering scheme)
You cannot escape the dust; it marches through sunbeams, fast settling on floors like ballast, thus to sink life's ship at last.
– an englyn proest dalgron
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
(Poem #168 on new numbering scheme)
You cannot escape the dust; it marches through sunbeams, fast settling on floors like ballast, thus to sink life's ship at last.
– an englyn proest dalgron
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]