Wednesday, June 29, 2016

100 Words a Day 877

The first sign of habitation was a fluffy column of black smoke ascending from the copse of trees. Those who knew where to look, or searched carefully, could find the twisting path between tightly-packed pines to the interior. The hut protected by the woody path was large and of sturdy construction, better than most of the buildings that composed the villages that dotted the mountainside. Behind the cabin were several rows of wooden frames of various shapes and sizes. Various bits of biota were stretched out, hung out, or otherwise suspended to cure in the crisp air and bright sun.

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