I hear there is more old growth forest left in Massachusetts than they thought.
In narrow bands, too high for logging, too low to clear for skiing, they stand in the mountains like they always have because no one had a use for the place they lived.
And I want to look behind a person’s eyes, to the ruined landscape, to the left-over places of their minds just to see what is still growing there, undisturbed by the turbulence of oppression.
Those places that went un-noticed by society, the places they forgot were there.
"Overlooked"
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I like that concept,very cool!
April 29, 2009 at 6:54 PM