August 10, 2020

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On these dark mornings, there is a holiness in white pines. When even the clouds seek refuge from the coming storm by roosting in the treetops, the true sentinels of the forest appear larger than life, as if in a dream. Despite towering above all others with a nobility and grace unmatched in the North, and having survived one of the greatest slaughters by axes and saws ever rendered upon any wooden species, they humbly and dutifully protect all that shelter in the safe harbor of their shadows-lesser trees, all the wild things, and even, yes, human beings. It matters not who, it matters because its the right thing to do.