Just
some stone remnants in a State Campground in Rhode Island – robbed and reused,
but also neglected and abused...
A Stone Serpent (looking east toward the pond), I
imagine (or observe, maybe)...
Along the end of
the row of stones on the right (above), I could just see bits of stone still
stacked in the dense underbrush that I was tempted to cut back just a little,
but knew that was not allowed:
And then there
was our second camp site, at my Mom’s in Westbrook CT, and this spot by a cedar
tree at the woodlot edge of the yard:
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