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Pine Wood

  Leaving the path I walk into the woods. Sit on a fallen branch  within a circle of pine trees, twigs, sticks,  rotting wood,  pine needles and  fallen leaves, layer upon layer, composted. A decay that  nourishes these  silent giants  whose spongy  … Continue reading

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