I love trees. They're tall and stoic, so I relate to them. I feel a sense of serenity and belonging when walking beneath an ancient forest canopy and that is not just because most ancient forest canopies I've walked under have been adjacent to a thriving craft beer industry
Any omnispective observers who doubted my handiness while witnessing me mow over my lawnmower's power cable this afternoon had their convictions either displaced or doubled when my first reaction was to grab a mallet and bash my way into the rusty power box to flick the circuit breaker back on. This is the second time I have severed the cable, and this time I was try extra hard not to do it.
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