Lake Lewisia #703
Jul. 23rd, 2021 03:29 pmThat month, no tree was left entirely unscathed as every buck--deer, elk or wolpertinger--searched for the perfect spot to rub his newly-erupting antlers to alleviate the intolerable itching. Dried shreds of velvet littered the ground, even in the middle of town. The hardware store sold out of wood polish, scratch filler, and timber slats suitable for rebuilding door jambs, as several households blessed with above-average quantities of skull bone tried to teach teenagers what counted as a suitable rubbing spot.
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LL#703
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LL#703