An old man spends his days cutting and stacking firewood for a winter he may never see through. As the pile grows, so do his reflections on duty, regret, mortality, and the quiet work of becoming whole. A bleak and Stoic story about discovering that life is not measured by what is finished, but by what is faithfully tended.
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