A sturdy oak tree stands in the centre of the wood.
I shift my bowed head and my shackles strain. There is the smell of mulch and earth and petrol in the air, my ancient nose picks them out one by one.
It’s a crisp autumn day and the sound carries. Crunching feet on leaves, a panted breath – perhaps mine, I can’t quite tell.
We’ve witnessed a lot, myself and my pillar; this oak, its trunk circled with time.
It will bear witness at least once more.
My palms begin to sweat as somewhere close by, a chainsaw starts up.
Some time to spare?
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