Luka knelt. He opened his bag and pulled out his tools: a trowel, a level, and a bag of crushed limestone. He didn't need to build a bridge. He needed to ground the space.
Luka stood up, his back aching. He tied the end of his orange twine to a branch on the far side. He had created a line of sight. pathwork srbija
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Today’s job was a strange one. An old woman in the village of Gornji Crnci had called him. She hadn’t asked for a driveway. She hadn’t asked for a shortcut to the market. He needed to ground the space