As the workshop's dry stone form emerges on the hillside, the mewing of loons floats up from the bay. Our ears prick up at the sound of a humpback whale blowing a mighty exhale far out on the water. Our contribution to the day is the rhythmic click and clatter of stone meeting stone.
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