The standards of death taken down by surprise
I saw the neurosurgeon this afternoon and no longer need to stick my head annually in a magnetic noise machine. This is great news.
The wood of what remains of the sugar maple smells cold and sweet. I am told it may turn into planks. Behind it may be seen Rosabella the late-blooming dogwood and the as yet nameless infant elm.
P.S. I don't know what happened with the international mail, but my late-breaking parental Christmas present of Fiona Moore's The Black Archive #43: The Robots of Death (2020) just arrived along with a beautiful art-enclosing solstice card from![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
radiantfracture, so I don't begrudge it in the slightest.
The wood of what remains of the sugar maple smells cold and sweet. I am told it may turn into planks. Behind it may be seen Rosabella the late-blooming dogwood and the as yet nameless infant elm.
P.S. I don't know what happened with the international mail, but my late-breaking parental Christmas present of Fiona Moore's The Black Archive #43: The Robots of Death (2020) just arrived along with a beautiful art-enclosing solstice card from
radiantfracture, so I don't begrudge it in the slightest.
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(Also that the maple can be used for something better than firewood.)
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Thank you!
(Also that the maple can be used for something better than firewood.)
I want to turn it into sculpture, but apparently it first has to be turned into differently sized chunks of maple, which is where things break down.