Noted Thanksgiving, Pinehurst NC:
I hugged a tree tonight. It was a great hug. I felt a little strange at first, but it was just me, and the Tall Pines. Need I say more?
What strength. What straightness. What warmth. I remember one of my most favorite people on this whole planet, Greg Samata, once hugged my vintage refrigerator. He wrapped his arms around it and squeezed. This place of the Tall Pines is sacred. I am thrilled to be here. And I love that tree. Enough to hug it to pieces.
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