06-01-98 from the hydro right of way below Little Mountain; Parksville, BC. The memory of snarling chainsaws, signals for another clearcut in our dreams of cosmic order, fades out into history . . . These days the noise betrays another pack of unemployed Vancouver Island loggers just about to steal one last remaining old growth cedar and a twisted pile of huge Arbutus bucked and split for firewood.
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