It turns out this strip of land would add 50% to the lot that is already bought; it turns out that getting the zoning lady to respond about what can be legit built there is going to take some grinding little work; it turns out that I’m pretty after all and virulently attractive without trying or even knowing.

All that before checkout at 11.

It turns out that the River is only 4500 feet and all the little trump towns are the same elevation as this one where the old house waited patiently for me to arrive in the dusk.

There is my dream city on the hill.

There is the high place where the other river cascades down the far hill something like 70 miles north.

I hold silver luna in my heart.

I can do this and I can be this.