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So long long hair! 👷🏼‍♂️ Out of the pot & into the furnace. Let the infernal Brushing season begin! 🥵
Season 8 of planting trees ☑️ 30 Audiobooks 📚 in 2months! A millionaire… in trees planted! 🌲
Last week of the Planting Season!
♾ + 🚴🏼‍♀️ = 🤪
A week of 30*c + ☀️ ending with some cold rain 🌧 #dontquityourdayjob
Dandelion Moon 🌼
Planting has its moments 🌲
Of the many rewards of working outdoors, the views! 🌲
First week of planting in the books! 🌲
Golden outline. 💛
Back on the home trails! 🏡
Sometimes you’re Harry Potter for no particular reason. ⚡️
Nelson! ❤️
Two years 👰🏼🤵🏼 ❤️
Sunrise on Gabriola Island. 🏝
My Sunshine ☀️
Squamish PostCard 🔳
“Freedom & happiness are not physical places. And yet, some vehicles have the power to reach them. No sooner do we lose them, than we surrender the portal to a way of life.” -Eulogy for a StumpJumper
The Squamish Winter is a cruel mistress. 🥶 #gladitsover
One week till Nelson! 🦜🦜🦜 #countdown

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Bunker Rats – Chapter 1: Mischief

Bunker Rats – Chapter 1: Mischief

Mischief: Bad behaviour, especially a child’s, that is slightly bad but is not intended to cause serious harm or damage. Also, a conglomeration of rats.

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When the young woman awoke in the heart of a hollow tree, the peace surprised her. Vague ghosts of a time before, of a frantic climax, pierced here and there the heavy curtains of her mind. The memories came in jets so blindingly bright that she had to shy away from directly gazing at them. […]

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