Abasi returned to work after his break.
He had run out of creation magic to make the poles with, but he found sticks and twigs from around the field did the same job, albeit a little less neatly - a reasonable sacrifice for practicality, he thought. There was a lot of field to dig around but as he worked he began to find it almost calming to have so much to do that was so simple, so easy.
There was almost something meditative in the digging, the rhythmic motion of it. As he went along he began to pat the earth he had removed into a small wall shape along the edge of the outside of the ditch, to further keep the field safe from pests or floods.
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Abasi...keeps digging ditches. :P
ABASI
it's sad to know that we are not alone
it's sad to know there's no honest way out
