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The last I heard...
| quote: | The trees on the sand by the water remain. The “shoreline” remains. But everything north of the paved Martin Goodman bicycle path is clear cut and extending east to the driveway to the yacht club. Beyond that, those trees also remain. In other words, that magical stand of Sumachs that canopied those neat trails to our clearing - gone - those whisps of long feild grasses and “islands” of trees where we lay our blankets to chill with our tribe and listen to enchanting sounds of Promise - gone!!!
Not a shred of plant life remains in a big square area - I’d say about 4 - 6 acres. Caterpillar bulldozers and “steam shovels” have scraped a thick layer of light brown sandy soil up and into neat piles waiting to be lifted into dump trucks by backhoes. Yeah burn the diesel !!! And a big black pile of rich organic earth has also been plopped there waiting to be spread and graded by the bulldozers etc… |
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Short time TA, Long time Guver, Good time giver.
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