Our power-mad HOA slaughtered several trees this week. I was home to hear the last of them fall to the fearsome teeth of the chainsaw. I heard the roar of the chipper shredding life itself into mulch. Now all is quiet.
An imaginary place in thin, dry air between the mountains and the dusty plains
Our power-mad HOA slaughtered several trees this week. I was home to hear the last of them fall to the fearsome teeth of the chainsaw. I heard the roar of the chipper shredding life itself into mulch. Now all is quiet.