In Kytäjä, east of lake Piilolammi, there is a hill where black granite (gabbro) has been mined, and signs of that activity are still visible.
Today is a rainy day. But maybe I'll go for a walk anyway.
(Posting title is from the poem Firefly Under the Tongue by Coral Bracho, translated by Forrest Gander.)
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