The other day I had occasion to say the word "whorl" out loud. I've never said it before — just read it. It's one of those words that sounds funny when you say it.
Anyway, thinking about it made me see
all sorts of whorls along the trail.
[Bridge footing on western portion of trail]
[Impeccably tilled garden behind
Coleen Hoose school]
[Creek by Russian Sister Cities garden]
[Old stump where the Bloomington leg of the trail splits and heads north into Normal]
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