This week's word is Weight.
He leaned back against the soft bark of the tree, his booted-feet crossed at the ankle. A small sigh of momentary contentment played on his full lips, the weight of their burden fleetingly lifted.
The sun was sinking behind the mountains, casting its final warming rays to bestow a rich, golden glow that temporarily hide the shadows beneath his too-knowing eyes, masked the bruises from their labours against the un-holy.
The second man limped to join him and folded his long body to the ground, a similar sigh sounding into the impending darkness as they sat, shoulder to determined shoulder.
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