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Rebuilt the switchback above the creek last week
It's just a stretch of trail, but we'd watched people cut the corner until the bank was a bare red scar. Took four days of grubbing, rock stacking, and pinning those log cribs — proper tread again, and the first few inches of grass seed are already up. Watching someone use the new line without thinking about it is the closest I get to a finished poem.
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