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4.25.2012
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Chopping out a root, raking back ground cover, big ass thorn in the finger, stressing out about poison ivy (which is everywhere), testing branches to see if they snap, deciding the fate of saplings, putting bits of trash in a bag, the rolling starts, bending a lot, rhythm of work, the software of a swarming mass is there to consider, the swarm seeking the center moves the center to a new place to return to, moves the place to return to, moves the place, moves a pile of leaves and sticks to the burn stack, moves a log to reveal more path, over the path, year after year in the future, seeking a center, making a home.
Looking up, the path is established, an hour has passed in five minutes, and I am very centered in a moving center, an automated swarming center, which is easier to maintain than trying to stay centered on the idea of a center.
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