The Sun was relentless. The shade did little to lessen the discomfort. The boards were rough. My hands are sore and splintered. I have exhausted any sustenance received from the day's meals. The job is completed. I am satisfied with my work.
John
6 comments:
What are you doing building fences or somthing?
I see what you mean about expressing yourself through writing... :)
I was actually just staining a fence. Consider yourself stained.
John
uh hu?
Sound's like fun
i disagre
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