Kunta headed forward to the centre of the grove, where he would find more trees from which to choose a trunk of the size, smoothness, and roundness that he wanted.The soft, mossy earth felt good as he walked deeper into the dark grove, but air here was damp and cold, he noticed, the sun not being high enough or

hot enough yet to penetrate the thick foliage overhead.Leaning his wapons and axe against a warped tree, he wandered here and there, occasionnally stooping, his eyes and fingers examining for just the right trunk, one just a little bit larger-to allow for drying shrinkage-than he wanted his drum to be.

Kunta headed forward to the centre of the grove, where he would find more trees from which to choose a trunk of the size, smoothness, and roundness that he wanted.The soft, mossy earth felt good as he walked deeper into the dark grove, but air here was damp and cold, he noticed, the sun not being high enough or hot enough yet to penetrate the thick foliage overhead.Leaning his wapons and axe against a warped tree, he wandered here and there, occasionnally stooping, his eyes and fingers examining for just the right trunk, one just a little bit larger-to allow for drying shrinkage-than he wanted his drum to be.

Leaning his wapons and
axe against a warped tree
walked deeper into the dark grove

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