Three fields lie between the post you were nailed to and the gate at the top of the hill. Something is awake in each of them.
PRESS SPACE TO WALK
Your straw spills into the mud. What is left of you stands again at the last post.
PRESS SPACE TO STAND UP
The acre keeps what it catches. The crows will finish the rest before morning.
PRESS SPACE TO BEGIN AGAIN
You step off the last furrow with your head still on. Behind you the fields go quiet, and stay that way until someone else is planted.
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PRESS SPACE TO WALK IT AGAIN