I turn off my saw and set it down on the dry duff. My heart is pounding, my shirt soaked in sweat. Around me what was once a placid forest, gently changing on the steep hillside, has been…
I turn off my saw and set it down on the dry duff. My heart is pounding, my shirt soaked in sweat. Around me what was once a placid forest, gently changing on the steep hillside, has been…