It’s summer days like these that make those sawmill phrases
true,
Sawmill, water wheel, grinding up and down around the round.
It works, reliably.
I try to close the door to the bathroom for some privacy,
But the house is too well-circulated. No doors left unopened
by the wind.
It works, reliably.
No hurry, really. Life’s simpler somehow.
August 3
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