a clearing

Woke up to overcast sky and a neat pile of ash from last night’s fire, a neat pile of feathers. My bike waiting horse-like. The tent guarding me from mosquitoes and the dew on everything. Last night I slept blind and heard the forest crackle with the fire of animals passing through. My body lay stiff and solid as a seed.

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