After spending 4 days and 3 nights here, I got to know the place. It became familiar. I had some routines. I found a spectacular rock in the sun that doubled as my dinner table as well as my lounge chair. There was some paint on it. That’s cool, someone was painting. Had a couple of bird bombs too. To make up for it, there was this other little rock someone put there that was square and perfect to put under your head. Like a pillow. I arranged it so it covered the wet paint. I took a nap. After who knows how long, I woke and started stretching and moving my arms about. Then a bird flew off and scared me. And I got pooped on. Crap.
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