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It felt good to actually do some kind of physical labor. Frankly, he'd been working far too long and far too hard in the sun, but he wasn't about to quit now. He was cool enough, in just his undershirt, and it felt good to go barefoot for the moment.
He'd planned this place around Christmas. Started reclaiming materials, bits and pieces, since before then. And now he had a level patch of ground and four sturdy posts sunk into it, sticking just a few inches off the ground.
It was well out of the way, this place, off the beach and up the path, but he wasn't looking for traffic. Quite the opposite. Enough people would come by he wouldn't feel isolated -- and he'd left directions on Alcuin's pillow and at Xander's door.
That, really, was all that mattered.
He paused, crouching on the earth between the posts to eye things up, take a break, and wish for a cigarette.
He'd planned this place around Christmas. Started reclaiming materials, bits and pieces, since before then. And now he had a level patch of ground and four sturdy posts sunk into it, sticking just a few inches off the ground.
It was well out of the way, this place, off the beach and up the path, but he wasn't looking for traffic. Quite the opposite. Enough people would come by he wouldn't feel isolated -- and he'd left directions on Alcuin's pillow and at Xander's door.
That, really, was all that mattered.
He paused, crouching on the earth between the posts to eye things up, take a break, and wish for a cigarette.