Carved into the secretive hills of a corner to oblivion a project is underway. The sawing and hammering noise breezes away toward sea, audible only to waterlogged mammals.
The building is a canned scream, a whimper, a whisper. It imposes with an unemotional shrug. The horror has yet to take place, yet occurred so long ago.
In the highest perch a light blinks alive.
and then....giant sugar cookies come flying over the security wall knocking the construction dude flat...YES that is why we recommend hard hats.
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