once pristine . texts . dreams

9/6 - In Vermont, the steep slope and crowded houses near the road. I wake up early and see people stealing my fire wood by loading it into a truck. I tell J and we go down the hill but end up in the wrong spot. To get to where we can see the people taking the wood we have to climb a steep slope of rocks and I’m not sure I can make it. I climb but my arms are tired and weak. Not sure if I can get to the top. Finally get to the top but it’s just a small spot with nowhere to go. Still can’t see for sure if people are stealing the wood.