Field note of the day

Out on the ocean everything is motion — waves to the edge of the world.

Today I come across a Borkmara — average · piebald · wings · blossom.

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And with a little luck you find an egg where you harvest. Brooded at your tent, a companion hatches from it — it grows as you feed it, and carries a piece of this landscape inside it forever.

If you want to meet one yourself: Ocean, Coast, Woodland. It cannot be caught — only won over.

— from the Wanderer’s notes

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