CHOPPED WOOD A PHOTO ESSAY BY JOHN THATCHER
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here’s something magical about a sunrise in the Santa Cruz mountains. It leaps through the trees and pours over you like warm water, making you feel clean and new. As we chopped wood for the evening’s fire, the morning sun refreshed our bones and unsalted our skin. A wave of calm washed over us and we knew it would be a great day filled with good friends and even better coffee.
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