Afternoon sunlight drips through swamp-shade foliage. A warmer, brighter Dagobah. A weighted backpacks compresses sand-worn discs. The Weight lightens a little with every tiny tower of stacked rocks. I'm rewarded with bug bites and the sheen of honest sweat. I cut long threads of thick plastic from choked blackberry bushes. People are disgusting. The horizon is swallowed by rushing, muddy waters. My rucksack is full of white-pebble mementos and rust-colored dust.
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