Stretching in the cold rays of the sun is always a refresher in the dull mornings. The forest quite as a mouse, not a single chirp of a bird or a scrurry of a mammal. Daster didn't need company. He was fine by himself. That's what he told himself, for the least. Going down the stairs of the porch, he took the axe in his hands and returned to his log, where even more smaller logs lay, just where he layed them, no disturbance.
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30/03/2025
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