A few years ago I set out on a journey, roaming, to become a slacktide lost and found at Sea. This Journal documents the unravellings of some of the eye opening moments throughout my travels and life. It's likely to change often, but then so do we.
The trees bending and breaking, falling exhausted to a determined tempest. My decision has been made; it's time to break camp and head to Cuernos. It is growing late to make this march but such is life out here.
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