They look like giant vertebrae knocked loose across my yard, these peices of killed tree. The delays in getting the rest of it cut down have made it only slightly easier to finally see it go, only because the skeleton that was left for over a week simply sat there like a torture victim stripped of all dignity. I'm not exactly sad, but I am extremely sorry.
Of course, now I can start asking all my friends if they need some of my wood–– hiLARious . . .
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