Indeed! During college summers I spent some of them working in a papermill and I know TP from the logs to the wood chips to the pulp to the mile long paper machine.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I cannot go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you? God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there, And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree, but who can tell us how? The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair; I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do To you and me; so take the lively air, And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know. What falls away is always. And is near. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I learn by going where I have to go.
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Indeed!
During college summers I spent some of them working in a papermill and I know TP from the logs to the wood chips to the pulp to the mile long paper machine.
Paper mills have the worst smell! It's horrible! How did you stand it?
And I'm celebrating by opening up a new roll!
Enjoy your weekend, Joy!
Sylvia
We grew up next to papermills. It smells like home. :-) Pollution wise they got much better over the years.
Thanks goodness for TP...everytime I look at a corncob I think "I can't believe people used to wipe their butts with those! Who thought of that!?"
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