Uncle Bill's Diary Entry

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Uncle Bill's Diary Entry

I stood on a small muddy patch outside the outhouse.

There was a wind blowing east, which I followed across water.

The smell of lavender filled my nostrils and rocks stood across my path.

I kept walking until I was stumped, then turned back and stood on an edge where I could see myself, and a fence to fix.

I looked at my feet and noticed I was on another muddy patch, and I DUG that coincidence.