…will get this: last night, I fought the log, and the log won. Last night, I was splitting wood and one piece was particularly reluctant to become two pieces. I put it down to the darkness; the ax not being sharp enough; the particular species of birch; etc. Today, we rejoined the battle, and that cylinder of wood remained unsplit for over an hour. “Just burn it whole, you bonehead!” you say. I considered that, but news might get back to the forest, and I would hear arboreal snickers every time I entered. So, I finally defeated it, and now look forward to it spitting an ember out of the stove, and into my sock, this evening.
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