Brk 123
I saw a gosling belly up and motionless today, I thought it must have gotten punted by a hungry horse making sure it got its
hay.. Nop turns out when I approached it thinking the worst, it just tortoised itself and maybe had an existential epiphany while fixated on the sky with vertigoe sense assistance. The paths are full of trails the roads to none.
Go with the flow that only you know, and consider the rest as sketchy at best. Far be it from me to try and turn moss into a tree - for moss has a beauty same as carpet has a duty. Call me Apple, I require a minimum number of chill hours to be fruitful and crush.