Lyle and I spent our day going from one end of the encampment to the other looking for Flowers. We did find a look-alike in our little market area, but this doppelgänger, unlike Flowers, does not bear the mark.
I wanted to take him to Moglen as proof that their drones are in error. Lyle, however disapproved. He’d rather have Moglen come here. I can see his point and concede Moglen more than likely will be back sooner than anyone wants.
We finished our canvass around the end of the noon hour, about the same time that the midday drone flyby was departing.
I watched its last lazy circuit before it winged its way back over the city wall.