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 Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2005 8:35 pm
This is a place deep in the heart of the forest. It is the home of Calais, a virtual stranger to the outside world.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2005 4:43 pm
It was a cold day in the forest, and as Calais let the woodbox lid drop with a muffled 'Thump!' she picked up her axe. Swinging it over her shoulder, she went to the back of the house and kicked some logs loose from the pile, sitting them stump up. After a good hour of back-breaking axe-work, she leaned the ax against the wood pile and juggled the cut firewood into her arms. Back at the front of the house, she kicked the wood box open and dumped the armload in. Returning out back, she got her ax and went inside, with the wood she had originally come out for.
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