[o] [PQ] [SE] strength looks different on us all

// where your body hears the words of the sun //

With gates settles, voles placed elsewhere, and the herbs and weeds tackled, the paths were next. Meeting up with Theea and Sohalia again, she granted them a warm smile. “How did things go?” She’d inspect on a later trip around, but for now, they had other things to attend to.

Which they likely noticed, walking through some of the walkways. “The paths have some work to be done, unfortunately,” and she began passing out trash bags, tree clippers, and gloves. “Some have debris left over, branches hanging out, or anything else you might find scattered.” If she found that disappointing and a bit saddening, the Caretaker didn’t show it; knowing that time had been a cruel venture for many of them. And at least these portions could be conquered, driven back. “Why don’t we each take a direction and we’ll meet back in about half an hour?”

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Pick a path! Lena will take the last.

North: Several downed saplings by the benches, litter strewn about on the walkways

East: Upturned benches, old nests from void birds still around

South: Broken bottles, fallen lights

West: More litter, many branches, and a rogue crow that may bother

Lena

// spoken in the voices of trees //