The skeletons of walls, shelves and other things rise all around, while somewhere in the distance echoes the sound of a cart with a squeaky wheel and the almost constant muttering of a lone male voice.

The barest bones of things are done. With a bit of luck and perseverance over the next few days things will begin to be fleshed out a great deal more.

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