To still read quilt coverlet, to have been grateful linen coarse hempen fabric. Bliss a few summers and winters, more than half a labor reserve. Chang crowns, the difficulty with forest visitors. Although months of living the cloud, in the final evening dream no waste. I hand off the boat, getting to know the old road. Towards the early tide to row seats hanging spin late date. Such as fish from the trap, as the horse off restrain tie. Looking back on the high stool, the wind can be bowed out.