When we moved here the forest came right up our home. Thick pines cast long shadows over my neighborhood, swaying and creaking when the wind picked up. That was my escape.
Twenty years later and the forests are gone, replaced by endless rows of cheap, luxury houses.
Twenty years later and the forests are gone, replaced by endless rows of cheap, luxury houses.
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It seems to me we made a bargain with a devil, trading a true slice of paradise for an empty husk.
It’s not all gone, yet. So I savor it. Speak for it.
I hope.