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[Today, from dawn to dusk, one of the large fields on GDF property has been cut off by a quickly assembled fence today. If one has a sharp eye, they might see dashes arching from earth to sky and down again.]
[On one side of the field, Alex is standing, a worn, but maintained, wooden long bow in hand, a quiver of arrows on her back. She's very calm seeming.]
[As if her feet made the decision, her front foot shifts and points straight forward towards a distant target, her back foot angling for balance before perfecting her posture.]
[She raises her bow, then once level, angles into the sky. Her arms draw the bow halfway, pausing for a moment before, both arms pulling away from one another, fully drawing, her body something like a crooked cross.]
[At last, the release. Her tensed fingers open, the string snapping forward with a twang, followed by a slight hum that quickly fades. The bow tilts forward all on its own after the arrow leaves it.]
[She does not take up her binoculars to confirm the shot. She either did or did not hit, and it didn't matter any more. She lowers the bow.]
[She has probably never looked so graceful.]
((Alex will be doing this, with some breaks, all day.))
[On one side of the field, Alex is standing, a worn, but maintained, wooden long bow in hand, a quiver of arrows on her back. She's very calm seeming.]
[As if her feet made the decision, her front foot shifts and points straight forward towards a distant target, her back foot angling for balance before perfecting her posture.]
[She raises her bow, then once level, angles into the sky. Her arms draw the bow halfway, pausing for a moment before, both arms pulling away from one another, fully drawing, her body something like a crooked cross.]
[At last, the release. Her tensed fingers open, the string snapping forward with a twang, followed by a slight hum that quickly fades. The bow tilts forward all on its own after the arrow leaves it.]
[She does not take up her binoculars to confirm the shot. She either did or did not hit, and it didn't matter any more. She lowers the bow.]
[She has probably never looked so graceful.]
((Alex will be doing this, with some breaks, all day.))