I drive up to a data center in Massachusetts once a week or so to work hands-on the computers. There is a fence place just down the street that puts out scraps that are free for the taking, and some of these are too long to fit in my woodstove.
Since a pile of these long ones was blocking me from starting to clean up the garage for the spring, shorter they must be made:
I gave in and bought fat wood.
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