porkyandthemob

Dillon only slowed when he arrived at the canyon. He first noticed the slight, still breeze that gently blew from within the canyon. The air was cold and sweet. He focused at the pine. It was the first one he had seen in days. Walking up to it he drew out his knife. He cut off a small section of bark followed by a small hole into the flesh of the tree. He sucked as much sap and fluid he could get out of it. Wiping his face with the back of his hand he starred into the mist filled canyon. It was time to move on again.

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