A clear cut would have been a clear cut upon the soul, one that would ever-bleed for those evergreens. For the axe can be as the surgeons blade if the woodcutter so wishes.
The woodcutter grew more in love with the forest with each rising and setting of the sun.
The woodcutter became the gardener of the forest, thus the kindling brought out was with the blessings of heaven.
The woodcutter made it her mission in life to remove that which burned so easily in the forest fires, thus protecting the giant redwoods all the better.
The woodcutter was careful always to remain a guardian of the forest and only remove what made her more healthy and strong.
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