(I knew you meant “wood.”)

I once wrote a poem called “Deserts Always Win” about how all that stuff that gets dumped/abandoned in the desert never gets covered over with vegetation, and doesn’t rot away, so that failure was always visible. I submitted it in a portfolio review and the reviewer HATED it, and disagreed with the very premise of it. Apparently she/he had never spent even five minutes in a desert…

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