I was her back-up cargo carrier. Extra water and a cooler with orange segments and pb sandwiches. If you could peer into the bottom of the basket, you'd see a back-up book of poetry, for in case I found a hammock along the way.
Art can be and is
anywhere.
Always, with a rock.
And another . . .
The double-knot shot
So I got a bit carried away watching for Betsy to catch up with me. . .
I missed her.
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