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#lumber
My young, eager eyes lapped up the forest as fervently as they could. Novelty was what they hungered for, as my axe did for ****** wood. It was fresh. New. The Pacific Northwest wasn't ready for us. Wife and I moved out here a couple months ago with the promise we'd make a good, honest living out here. Y’know, these trees are so beautiful… real shame we’ve gotta cut ‘em all down for a whole lot less than what we was promised. Progress… for what? I don't think I wanna do this anymore… but I must. Onto the next tree. Hope this one's easier to cut down.
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Feb 5, 2025
Feb 5, 2025 at 7:51 PM UTC
The Logger's Lament
Q. Is all lumber female? A. No, only the pretty boards. Q. Is that why those nasty two-by-fours are called studs? A. In darkness within walls they support our lives.
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Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 5:04 PM UTC
Q and A