⌇  Thinges by fittes

CC assumes a tendency towards novelty

Littlejohn noticed his thoughts matching his pace. Heading downhill they rushed along beside him, and as the slope wore vertical they dragged nearly to a stop.

Now, over scree, at an even trudge, he remembered how CC had gone on about the chorizo-fish:

Littlejohn rested with his wet back against a low stone wall.

2020-06-13 up that hill