Night Always Falls When There is Fear of Tigers

[the_breezy_call]

With a damp, woody thunk the edge of my axe bit hard into the spongy rotten flesh of the old tree trunk. I was breaking it up, trying to mine sound wood out from decayed, later to be stacked in the woodshed as fuel. A spray of chips flew up and bounced off my shoulders and the plastic chemistry-lesson goggles protecting my eyes. Woodlice lay

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[elfiec]

you wouldn't believe the imagery in my head.. that was beautiful..