The Golden Circuit
March 12 The frost is taking the pine roots again. I watched it happen from the porch this morning, a slow white creep that turned the needles brown at the tips. It is a quiet violence. I logged the temperature at zero four below and noted the die-off in the sector report. My hands are steady enough for the pen, though the tremor in the left index finger is becoming a habit I cannot break. It...
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