Tuesday, March 22

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Riskutie, 9:12


Another morning walk, and I notice a shopping basket abandoned high on a snowy hill behind the ruins from the wartime defence position: one that fortunately never needed to come into use.

I stop to look at it, photograph it, and try to remember the last time I stopped to do this. I decide I did it several years ago in summer when the ruins had filled with flowers and grass.

I could have remembered wrongly.