A single slip. The blur of raising the axe above his head too fast, the wooden handle slickly slipping through grasping hands, sweaty hands suddenly clutching at the air. It went nearly straight up then into an arc, tumbling in his view - blade, handle, blade, handle. He had jerked his head back to watch and was falling backwards onto the brown
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Thank you for the exercise and thank you for the gentle treatment...
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I presume you've NaNo'ed before ... any tips for a newbie?
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