What job lay in front. The toil seemed incessant. Nevertheless, now she could rest. Folding her sleeves to her elbows, she looked up in the sun and the deeper her face scars seemed to be.
A call resounded. She heaved a sigh and went to pick up the axe with which she hacked the great Virility Tree day after day for a month now. The fruits of her labor were unsightly muscles on her part and a relatively small dent on the tree. But the damage is slowly taking place.
She smiled at it.
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