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title: Leaf
genre: prose
project:
title: "Buildings out of air: Paul in the Woods"
css: paul
order: 3
next:
- title: Writing
link: writing
- title: Leg
link: leg
previous:
- title: Axe
link: axe
- title: Joke
link: joke
...
He shrugged the wood off his shoulder, letting it fall with a clog onto the
earth floor of his Writing Shack. He exhaled looking out of the window. He
hoped to see a bird fly by, maybe a blue jay or raven. No bird did. He
inhaled. He exhaled again in a way that could only be classified as a sigh.
He sat down at his writing desk. He began shuffling through what he'd
written, trying to find some sort of pattern.
"*Each piece of paper---each leaf---*" at this he smiled--- "*is like a tree
in the forest.*" He was writing as he thought aloud. "*I, as the artist, as
the **writer**, must select which to use, chop down those trees, bring them
back to my shed and*---and---" he frowned as he realized the only end to this
metaphor was fire. He ran his fingers through his hair in a self-soothing
gesture.
"I need to build some furniture" he thought.
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