I hadn't long, and it'll be some time before I can go back up. It was an unpleasant walk up there as I was accompanied by a swarm of flies, but once there I was overjoyed to see that the shelter had withstood the ravishes of more wind and rain. The sun came out and I swung in the hammock, looking skyward for a while. The flies had dispersed. I decided to draw and became absorbed in a drawing of tree-trunk, roots and earth. This is becoming a recurring theme, and I sense the tension between earth and sky as plantlife of every scale aims for optimum growth.
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