for the last month or so, Madia has permeated this world. In the evening, the pungence of her scent clings and remains present even all the way up the Hill to C. Everything continues to dry, now mid August, and will continue to dry on into November. Today, her scent was a little less. But to touch, strong. I still need to learn what she teaches. She has multiplied over the lower section of the meadow, along the fence line. And then on the road out, CareFreeWay, out and the turning right, up a ways on Old Olive. She is bordering us.
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