went on farming what couldn't be trade. left off the ration stopping as a run in. raid wouldn't last. these notes try a glassiness, until the morn finds its still. still brings us watered noun, down to our town. think of something grafted onto the last thought, open door. farmed that. stayed awake with that. slept thru that. need more rain. wind isn't right. we have stayed in nation too long.