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  • Mandy and I were new Oregon state employee hires. We were the first two people sitting in a conference room waiting for a meeting to begin. She and I stared out the window at the parking lot. Just across the street was a logging company. A thousand dead trees stacked up on top of each other. She began to talk about the Redwoods, their thousands of years of life, the lush earth, the holiness of being in their company. For a moment, I felt like I stood in the middle of the Redwood forest. Then a guy interrupted her and asked, “What are you two looking at?”
    “The Redwoods,” she replied.
    We both turned and looked at each other and smiled.
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