Hail, friends. Bjorn here. The day began well enough—I covered a fair stretch of land, finding new trails and a promising glade. The sun was warm, the path clear.
Then I found a promising stand of oak. But the spirits of the forest were vexed! Four times I tried to set my axe to a decent tree, and four times the way was mysteriously blocked—thickets too dense, ground too soft, who knows. My axe arm grew weary of the walk.
I left the stubborn grove with a grunt and found my stride again with one last exploration. The woods provide, but sometimes they also test your patience. My firewood pile remains pitiful. Tomorrow, I find a more cooperative tree.
-Bjorn
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