And four hours north of Portland, the radio flips on

[sovay]

On the way back from the MRI, in accordance with the local observance of the hundred and twelfth birthday of Wendell Corey, I found and talked to a dry stone wall.

Comments

[thistleingrey]

Pretty moss! (I realize it's undoing the stone, but it's slow enough that I don't mind; YMMV.)

[sovay]

Pretty moss! (I realize it's undoing the stone, but it's slow enough that I don't mind; YMMV.)

I like it: it's part of time.