Apart — Kevin at the keeper's cottage, Jenny at the garden

Afternoon tasks divide

Kevin is at the keeper's cottage with the trust letter unopened; Jenny is at the garden with heirloom seeds ready to plant but ankle worsening.

Kevin read the trust's letter and called for Jenny. Jenny sowed heirloom seeds in the garden beds but slipped on damp soil while limping back, wrenching her infected ankle.

🔧 Kevin — alone at the keeper's cottage

You stand at the kitchen table with the trust letter in hand, the envelope thick and official. The Yanmar service manual lies open beside it, the injector pump timing procedure marked. Through the window you see the dinghy rocking gently at the dock, engine mounted, final testing complete.

🔧 Kevin20:31

Kevin — tear open the envelope and read the letter

💭 peek at the thought

The letter's been sitting here three days. Every time I reach for it, something else gets in the way — the dock, the generator, her ankle. Now the injector pump's staring me in the face from the manual, and I'm holding paper instead of a wrench. Stomach's eating itself. Open it or don't, but standing here doesn't move either job forward.

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🔧 Kevin20:34

Kevin — walk to the porch and call for Jenny

💭 peek at the thought

The letter's read. Trust wants the full seabird census by month's end — they've moved the deadline up. And they're sending a surveyor on the next supply run to assess the cottage roof timbers. "Structural integrity review." Means they're deciding whether to keep funding this post. Means they're deciding whether we stay. Jenny needs to know. So does the Yanmar.

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🌿 Jenny — alone at the garden

You sit on the garden path with the grandmother's seed tin open beside you, viable packets separated and ready. The prepared beds wait, soil damp from rain. Your ankle throbs with each heartbeat, the brace tight. The shortwave radio on the porch crackles faintly — Kevin must have it on.

🌿 Jenny20:32

Jenny — limp to the first bed and begin sowing the viable heirloom seeds into the damp soil.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is dropping too fast. If I don't get these in the ground now, the wind will just scour the beds raw. I can't let them sit in the tin.

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🌿 Jenny20:36

Jenny — wipe the soil from my palms and slowly limp back toward the cottage, clutching the seed tin.

💭 peek at the thought

My hands are shaking. I'm too hungry to focus, and the throb in my ankle is becoming a roar. I need to get inside before the wind picks up and the rain turns into a deluge.

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