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title: Axe
genre: prose
project:
title: "Buildings out of air: Paul in the Woods"
css: paul
order: 5
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- title: Leaf
link: leaf
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link: building
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- title: Dream
link: dream
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link: art
...
Paul took his axe and went out into the woods to chop trees. Or rather he
went into the trees to chop wood. He wasn't sure. Either way it helped him
think. Last time he'd gone out, he'd had an idea for a shoe-insert company he
could start called "Paul's Bunyons." He chuckled to himself as he shouldered
his axe and went into the forest.
Deep into the woods he admired the organization of the trees. "They grow
wherever they fall" he said "but still none is too close to another." He
sounded like Solomon to himself. He imagined he had a beard.
He walked for a long time in the shadows of the forest, in its coolness. It
sounded like snow had fallen but it was still October. The first time the
trees seemed to radiate out from him in straight lines he stopped and turned
around four times. After he walked on he noticed it happened fairly often.
Still, after he felled his first tree that day he realized they grew from the
epicenter of his axe. He paused in the small dark sound of the forest quiet.
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