“Once I witnessed a windstorm so severe two 100-year-old trees were uprooted on the spot. The next day, walking among the wreckage, I found the friable nests of birds, completely intact and unharmed on the ground. That the featherweight survive the massive, that this reversal of fortune takes place among us — that is what haunts me. I don’t know what it means.” — Mary Ruefle, Madness, Rack, and Honey
The giant angels and the forest druids that protect trees must have been very busy but the little angels that protect little fragile things were available that day.
Stony Soil Vermont 
The giant angels and the forest druids that protect trees must have been very busy but the little angels that protect little fragile things were available that day.
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Just wow. What a juxtaposition. Eerie.
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