Walking the bottoms. Looks like sun breaking through but it is the midst after a rain. The Skidder is broken down, cutter broken down too, the stillness of the forest floor wrapped me in it’s arms as I slowly became one with mother natures brew rising from the floor of the earth reaching up to embrace the canopy of the trees sheltering us from the sky.
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