Abingdon, Virginia

I left stanza number 6 in a little notecard I made and left it at The House on Main in Abingdon, Virginia, where I took myself out on a date. I wooed myself with gnocchi and pork belly and a cucumber gin cocktail before leaving the card with the credit card receipt after I paid the bill.

You road I enter upon and look around,
I believe you are not all that is here,
I believe that much unseen is also here.