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// Day 18 
// Story: The Winding Northward Road 
// by Rambling Writer 
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Don’t actually have anything to say; last two days have been nothing but forest, forest, forest, and train tracks.  Not stopping at any towns.  No big events.  Rambling Rock’s still a day or so away.  Just writing some more haikus to keep myself mentally active.

Unused poem skills?
Can’t let them rust; must use them.
Exercise th
Don’t waste your talents.

Is it “pohm” or “po-em”?  I hope it’s the latter, or that really isn’t a haiku.

Exerci
The mind’s exercise:
Intellectual challenge,
Like this wri
Like all this writing.

Eternal forest green; (crap that’s six syl.) Virid Emer Endless forest green;
Light filters thr
Softly, light filters through leaves,
Dancing on to the ground.

Oh, and I’ve got tent-setting-up and tent-taking-down down to a science.  I get take it out quickly and, when it’s up, it’s strong and stable.  When I take it down, I know how to fold it to get it in its bag the best.  Feels good.