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Hello sawdust.      I’m back. Scent of sap,      taste of tannin,           tickle of fine grit, after rehab pain,      through every portal           you awaken my brain. Powder of sun ray, powder of fog’s drip, powder of soil ******      through roots to the sky, hot breath of the forest      you complete my healing. Such a feeling! Sing to me the rhythm of craft. Guide my fingers, the work will flow. Sing, sawdust. Hello!
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Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 4:00 PM UTC
Hello Sawdust
Hello sawdust.      I’m back. Scent of sap,      taste of tannin,           tickle of fine grit, after rehab pain,      through every portal           you awaken my brain. Powder of sun ray, powder of fog’s drip, powder of soil ******      through roots to the sky, hot breath of the forest      you complete my healing. Such a feeling! Sing to me the rhythm of craft. Guide my fingers, the work will flow. Sing, sawdust. Hello!
First published in Snapdragon December 2015
joe-cottonwood
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Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 4:00 PM UTC
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