There is a place I know. Developing. Filling in with faux-lux cabins. Plastic siding. Half a million each. Probably more. A million. In a place that was clear cut. High graded. Owner slicked it off before selling half-acre lots to people with more money than sense. Before that it was intact forest. Old growth really. Not that it matters. But I just hope they know. Better not be wagging their fingers at roughnecks. Loggers. Contractors. Look around. You have your faux-lux cabin in a clear cut. Oh, sure, there are trees. The trash trees. The trees they wouldn't take at the mill. The big trees? The magnificent trees? The trees that live 400 years? They are gone. What is left is trash. And plastic.
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