’Twas a frosty morn so it was.

Mr Frost did sit here.

One made a fleeting visit to the plot yestermorn to note the lie of the land. All was well but for a scattering of the finest frosty linen.


The onion shoots did protrude to ape shark fins on a watery prowl.

Atop the RCT.

The RCT abounds with detritus to be salvaged ere long.

Fare thee well.