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Friday, July 18, 2008. I got up at daylight, put on a bra and got dressed and combed my hair and put on lipstick. You gotta have your battle face on when you expect to do battle.
The loggers were already busy clearcutting the forest around my house. The sound of heavy machinery thrummed through the woods. I parked at the edge of my yard facing the disputed site of what the logger said he was gonna cut, and I said that's on my land, and you'd better not.
There was a light fog hanging like sheer curtains through the trees. Birds, frightened out of their habitat by the loud noises, flew around disturbed and frantic. I had my cell phone with me, to call the sheriff if necessary. I felt so alone, and called my cousin Bubba to come stay with me. Bless his heart, he came and sat in the car with me. The air was fragrant with the scent of fresh cut pine.
The logging machinery is very efficient. A boom with what looks like nail clippers on the end snips trees off at the base, then swings it around and strips the limbs off and puts it on a pile. It would be interesting to watch if I weren't personally involved with the trees fate. They are living things. As they are sliced from their roots, do they, like sentient beings, know their end has come? Sap runs like blood from their cut trunks.
10am. The loggers haven't appeared at the disputed area yet, so I came in and Bubba went home. I'm on high alert waiting for them to arrive, so will go for now. In the end, as always, whatever this day holds, I will face it alone. Susil
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Stand strong, Sue! 
