u2october's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Secret Marsh Fort I’m crossing the Gunpowder River on a train. The remains of an early morning fog still wisp about the still surface as we slowly creep across an aging wooden trestle. I peer out across the still, silent waters at the edges of a marsh a few hundred yards away. It is inaccessible by any means that do not involve the use of a set of oars. It appears to be an excellent location to set up a secret fort. I need a secret fort. :end transmission: 08:53 - 02.09.23 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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