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Cynthia's avatar

I’ve had somewhat similar experience, but no coyote. My brother died in a car accident and somehow I wound up outside on a sunny, snowy March day looking at a huge pile of cut oak he had not finished. I started hand splitting that oak and hours later exhausted, sweaty and breathing hard I was finished. Anger gone! Accomplished! His legacy to me is splitting firewood!

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PATRICIA SAMAR's avatar

 Wow! Incredibly moving piece! You’re killing it! I love your work!

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