“ No matter how long we live here, shaking sawdust from our hair, listening to chainsaws, handsaws or the carpenter’s gentle plane, the wood we touch is an orphaned tree prepared to walk through fire to go home.”
Excerpt from “Tree Life”, a poem in “The Sorrowing House” – Genevieve Lehr.
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