Beaver Loves Wood Night We are the ants making

We are the ants making our home on this flying ball of dirt careening through space and the unknown

Is there anything quite so decadent

marked by challenges and perseverance along the way

Take care of your chains

(they/them)

Beaver Loves Wood Night We are the ants makingIn the lush, misty forest, a beaver known far and wide as a snarky, solitary builder named Bridger lived. Bridger was a curmudgeon with a jaded sense of humor, a beaver of few words, but a heart as deep as the cascading rivers surrounding them. Bridger would amble along the water's edge each morning, examining the trees that whispered their secrets in the early morning breeze. They had a particular fondness for gnarled old ones, whose wood seemed to