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Gone Lumberjacking




gone lumberjacking

as in donning the heavy boots and abrasive flannel and stomping into the woods with a thick blade on a stick.

as in spitting in soon to be blistered hands and felling a tree, drying the wood and cutting it into planks, and designing and assembling a dining table around which to sit, on which to break bread, off of which to gently toss a butter licking cat.

as in the simple act of doing things, not because the outcome will be so much better, not because the project will be so much cheaper, definitely not because it will be a quicker way of getting whatever that thing is done.

as in unearthing.



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