—which is why I keep quiet. The small forest where I grow what should happen, which is really just what I want to happen. Like anything, this could burn, too. ⯀ I watched a documentary about forests. Reminded me of dad too much. The planting after clear cuts, all new so the trees grow identical. Same height, same everything. And walking through it reminds me that I didn’t grow fast enough. Made small by a thousand mirror-image trees. ⯀ Mom, the burns. Not prescribed