a cyclist saw copp swimming and thought he was a large beaver. 

my battery died here. 

for our own sake and for the sake of the children and other animals let's beware the poison stewards.

i said to him, hey copp, have i told you this morning that i love you? he looked thoughtful and then continued scenting.

i was touched by the fiction, of being together decades, i felt the burden of continuing, after. 

i'll fall this way forever. 

often i find him standing in the water meditating.

like a tree i have rings of memory but they are comprised of dead cells with the echo of memory which simply pass on information now, water and light. like a tree i live in the cambium ring, the diaphanous membrane of the present.

already past.

racoon hollow

stalking oneself

exaggerating the distance to feel the string taut.

psyops terror campaign by the poisoner levy 

union soul 

they said the poison didn't harm children or dogs. the sign said toxic to dogs.  i guess it's both a psyop to terrify dogs off the island and toxic. it's toxic poison and propaganda. so effective.

this reminds me of something forgotten. 

picture for future comparison.

yeah, uhn-uhn, i knew the poisoner levy, but only by reputation.