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edge of the half mile drive that leads to my home is a slender
balsam tree. The tree is as similar and as different as the
rest of the trees that fill the forest of my home. Over the
winter, however, a woodpecker has, day by day, carved a perfect
tunnel directly through the base of the tree. I wasn't pleased
when I first discovered the damaged tree until I contemplated
the sameness in myself and the woodpecker. We have both been
nurtured by the soul of the forest and I am content in the
knowledge that we can coexist in the same neighborhood for
years to come. |
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