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Apart — Kevin at the dock, Jenny at the north cliffs

Midday at the dock and north cliffs

Kevin is at the dock securing the dinghy after the Yanmar test; Jenny is at the north cliffs attempting the Carex transect despite her condition.

Kevin spends the afternoon reinforcing the dock's structure with salvaged planks to Ensure stability against the rising tide. Jenny focuses on the garden beds, carefully sorting the remaining seeds and checking for signs of blight in the young seedlings.

🔧 Kevin — alone at the dock

You tie off the dinghy's stern spring with the new half-inch three-strand, double-checking the chafe guard. The mooring ring holds fast with its oak wedges and doubler plate. You scan the horizon for the supply boat — eight days out, maybe less — then turn toward the cottage to check Jenny.

🔧 Kevin04:31

Kevin — walk up the dock path toward the cottage

💭 peek at the thought
Eight days. The dinghy's ready if it comes to that. But Jenny's the variable I can't machine a sleeve for.

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🔧 Kevin04:35

Kevin — open the cottage door and step inside

💭 peek at the thought
The cottage door's shut. Rain's steady on the roof. Need to see her ankle, check the fever. If the streaks hit the groin, we're past what cold packs and hope can do.

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🌿 Jenny — alone at the north cliffs

You made it to the first cairn on the north ridge, leaning on a driftwood staff, each step a pulse of heat from your ankle. The Carex transect data is complete in your notebook, but you need to verify the cairns before the supply boat arrives. The sea beats grey against the cliffs below. Your vision swims.

🌿 Jenny04:29

Focus, Jenny. Just look at the stones.

Lean heavily on the driftwood staff and squint through the rain to locate the second cairn.

💭 peek at the thought
Everything is tilting. I can't let the fever win before I've mapped this ridge properly. Just a few more markers.

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🌿 Jenny04:33

Jenny — sink slowly to the wet ground and press the back of a shaking hand against my forehead.

💭 peek at the thought
My breathing is too shallow. The rain is cold, but I'm burning up. I can't remember if I actually reached the third cairn or if I'm just imagining the shape of the rocks.

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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.

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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.