9am and on. Carving notches in logs. Virtually, at least. (It feels slightly more real with the sound of the fountain in the office backyards, with eyes closed, imagining a forest, smelling moist wood and moss.)
9am and on. Carving notches in logs. Virtually, at least. (It feels slightly more real with the sound of the fountain in the office backyards, with eyes closed, imagining a forest, smelling moist wood and moss.)