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there's a lot of world
out there. this is just one
log, a
crowded mushroom
tenement, the forest
floor
a mosaic of frosted oak
leaves, recently fallen, late
in fall, that crunch under
our feet. we walked into the
woods; Deanne
instructed us
to select
a tree to be used
for pole frame building.
our primary consideration:
what's good for the forest?
some trees grow too close
to each other, locked in a
no-win death struggle, like a
knife fight in a rubber lifeboat.
found a nice one, slender, straight,
about 30 feet tall, and apologized
before felling it with ax and saw.
ronnie
got his and we bundled them
together with rope and handles, the
six of us, on 12 legs, cooperating
like
insects for the long heavy haul out.
then the worms!
miracles abound.
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