It's Our Turn: Invisible farmers, lumberjack angels and magic water fairies
February was our month, I recall thinking when I was a little girl. My dad and I were both born in February. Winter always reminds me of him. Cork-studded boots, flannel shirts, wool pants, the smell of pine needles and sawdust, that's my dad - a logger.
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