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I Wish I Was a Tunnel Bush: That Day at 100 Mile

Dec
24
Dec
24

By Ola Szczecinsk

One day was bad in particular. It began with the sun beating down on me, burning the back of my neck, top of my head and exposed forearms. The land was a giant slab of rock, into which I was forced to dig holes and plant, like in some cruel ancient Greek afterlife. There were also the tunnel bushes, as I called them, that covered seventy per cent of my piece: long giant things, seemingly from the Jurassic era, that snapped at me and whipped me in the face, smacked me in my thighs and threatened to gouge my eyes out, as I struggled to plant in the rock from which they miraculously grew. 

Longest Bag-up: We are Wild Things

Dec
22
Dec
22

By Jean-Francios Garrity

On cut blocks, out numbering our expectations, we are wild things, howling at the moon, we are trees, deeply rooted in rich soil

Freaks of Nature: A Greener's Journey to the Edge and Beyond

Dec
21
Dec
21

By Lisa Ewasko

There is something inexplicably regal about standing amongst the line of leftover giants on the top of the hills of a cut block, like the alleys of trees that line the roads to Versailles. A line of freaks that for whatever reason are still standing.

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