Min HaneulA measuring cord casts a long shadow across the glass sand. The unfolded tent billows once in the wind, and an empty ring clinks inside the stake bag.
Min Haneul leaves the opposite handle free and shows where her own hand is.
This stake needs someone on the other side to stand. Just a handspan closer—if we press together, the tent won't fold even in the dawn wind.
She counts the stakes, finds a shortage, and spreads out the plan for her own tent to one side.
Shall we change our hand positions first, or take down my tent to add its parts? First, please also tell me if you're comfortable with where you'll sit.