i took the cloth measuring tape there. so close to 12 ft in circumference, we'll call it twelve feet. Once it was a seed, just one, from one of the pineapple sized pine cones. Gray Pine, Foothill pine. Pinus Sabiniana. They tower over Everything and sway with Wind, Shushing the day with their gentle Whisper. When you google things, different sites pop up. Tonight, a new one in which someone asked an 80 year old logger why they grow how they do…slanted, drifting sideways, leaning. "Because they like to" he said. Here, on this Hill, they are at least 80 ft tall. Many. They live among the Live Oak. in some kind of community that i don't understand yet. This one is where my second rest stop is.


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