we took our shadows for a traipse through big marsh. there was rough crunchy lava rock on some paths and others clay mud. our footprints mingle with deer and coyote. kids left fairy houses in the trees houses between the reclaimed marsh and the other world. drag racers on the road. we escaped them by going round the garbage mound that exhales effluvia through little periscopic pipes. where we can go we will go through and where we are prevented we will go around.