Poetry · Writing

Montana

The axes flew in the air. Bodies swinging with ferocity, slamming all of their energy forward. Axes twirling past trees, slashing through the air like warm butter. The oak handles blend with the forest, yet, the blue steel glimmers in the presence of the sun. Steel has never been more beautiful.

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