A gray morning followed some moderately intense weather last night, but practice was still enjoyable on a damp and flattened field. I found no anthills to concern myself with. It seems a reflection of the follies of humankind: No matter how high we build our buildings, eventually the rain comes and we must start again.
I played solo today which proved equally interesting to having others there. Now that I have been practicing more consistently, it may be time for some experimentation.
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