Writing Words Near Making PaperDuring "routine" old-growth harvest in the adjacent Florentine Forest radio says a giant is found. That's today when I shuffle rain & sun to climb the highest peak. I am mocked by the tantara of crows whose eyes can eat all they need. That eucalypt has a 19m diameter. You see your dinners differently this close to the abattoir. Down below our little road is "busy" with the find. Great Hydro turbines hum in the armpits of hills. Somehow fragile & ravenous (filigree of extraordinary) we put aside our busy-ness to be politely interested in a surrounded world.  |
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