Nightmares and Dreamscapes - The Eye

The struts spanned the hole with just enough extra length to allow me to seat them tightly in the sides of the asphalt which formed the top layer of my excavation. This was a job that would have been tougher at night, when the asphalt was hard, but now, at mid-morning, the stuff was sludgy—pliable, and it was like sticking pencils in wads of cooling taffy. ................
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