Day 23. Full and empty

A small summary. More to come soon

A father walking his old mother across a bridge, along a lake.
Reflectors pinned on trees, shiny eyes.
Grey skies.
Climbing hills in a forest again.
Gunshots, deer sounds.
Another lucky clover.
A jaw and two skulls hanging in a tree.
Blue skies.
Wild salad.

Sitting on top of the world.

Full, empty.

(Wearing a black scarf filled with darkness and lightness, veiling, unveiling, feeling, unfeeling)

Training for the Austrian mountains: wild greens with Austrian mountain cheese:


(Today's story is for Phil Smith)

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