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estdeus_innobis[Mid-morning, Friday, December 25th, day 208]
[the woods near the Carnival]
....I prob'ly shoulda gone t'th'tavern last night. Knew't wuz reop'nin'. Knew Verdi'd be'ere. Knew somma th'carny folk wuz gonna be'ere too, anna few folks asked if'n'd be goin'. I said mebbe, but'n th'end I di'n't. Don't gen'rally t'feel allat social 'round'is time'a year, an' th'cold's makin't worse. So I stayed in, hadda few swigs'a shine m'self, went t'bed early. Got work t'do t'day anyway, an' plenty ovvit.
Get up early, head out while's still dark. Plenty'a gath'rin' t'be done. Stuff y'find on days'a power got real kick t'em. Toss some coffee back, pull on m'coat an' out inta th'snow, cut branches, gather stones, dig up roots. Plenty t'do, not so much time t'do't. S'cold, an' m'hands're singin' Ave Maria, but I keep workin'. Gotta be done. An's good t'keep busy, 'n any case. Starin't th'wall 'n drinkin' ain't no way t'spend th'day.
Sky's startin' t'light when I head back. Th'cooktent's makin' uppa big breakfast fer ev'rybody, fer th'hol'day. Not ev'rybody here duz th'whole Christmas thin', but'ere's a few, an'ere's others't don't mind holdin' th'solstice a bit late, 'r't jes' like'n excuse t'drink 'n eat a lot 'n mebbe givva present. Nobody'd turn me 'way if'n I tried t'join'em, neither.
Heft m'bag over m'shoulder. Coffee'll do me. I got work t'do.
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[the woods near the Carnival]
....I prob'ly shoulda gone t'th'tavern last night. Knew't wuz reop'nin'. Knew Verdi'd be'ere. Knew somma th'carny folk wuz gonna be'ere too, anna few folks asked if'n'd be goin'. I said mebbe, but'n th'end I di'n't. Don't gen'rally t'feel allat social 'round'is time'a year, an' th'cold's makin't worse. So I stayed in, hadda few swigs'a shine m'self, went t'bed early. Got work t'do t'day anyway, an' plenty ovvit.
Get up early, head out while's still dark. Plenty'a gath'rin' t'be done. Stuff y'find on days'a power got real kick t'em. Toss some coffee back, pull on m'coat an' out inta th'snow, cut branches, gather stones, dig up roots. Plenty t'do, not so much time t'do't. S'cold, an' m'hands're singin' Ave Maria, but I keep workin'. Gotta be done. An's good t'keep busy, 'n any case. Starin't th'wall 'n drinkin' ain't no way t'spend th'day.
Sky's startin' t'light when I head back. Th'cooktent's makin' uppa big breakfast fer ev'rybody, fer th'hol'day. Not ev'rybody here duz th'whole Christmas thin', but'ere's a few, an'ere's others't don't mind holdin' th'solstice a bit late, 'r't jes' like'n excuse t'drink 'n eat a lot 'n mebbe givva present. Nobody'd turn me 'way if'n I tried t'join'em, neither.
Heft m'bag over m'shoulder. Coffee'll do me. I got work t'do.
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