Bare feet, smell of pine resin, hot sun and nettle burns.
The sound of wind in tall grass, a chain saw cutting through fresh wood. Pine branches scratching skin, coffee breaks with sugary donuts. Trees falling. A woolly poodle being carried to safety. An old woman, a young man and two people who are halfway, gathering up loose branches and pushing wheelbarrows.
Hot skin, tepid water thirstily drunk, a delicious rest in cool moss.
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