Through the woods, thick mud
(it rained a little while before),
along the roadside, once again,
the same road,
turning our backs to
the road sign with
the name of the town (in which
I was yet to spend many
days more)
I climbed up the hill
to higher regions,
which isn't to say they were high:
by any decent mountain standards
it was nothing but a mound
compared to, with all due respect,
the features of Morskie Oko.
I sat down in an arbor.
The remains of an excavation. Fitfully
cheerful information on
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