As I struggled for control of the axe, I knew it was only a matter of time before I could no longer hold on. Then, it happened. The axe was out of my hands. I did not know where it went. Somewhere close though. The only thought I had was that we needed to get out of there.
But the axe fell out of my hands. It, was a fallen axe in my mind. Now back when this occurred, I wasn't looking for a moniker. It was something that I could use to remind myself of what happened in the past. A moment in time that I wish never occurred. So not wanting to forget my history, I just kept using the term. Fallen Axe.
And now that I'm where I'm at today, I still don't want to forget where I came from. So I've taken that title, and transferred it over to my toy.
A 2010 Jeep Wrangler. And after receiving my first set of goods yesterday, I can headline the JK to "Project Fallen Axe."
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