Tonight I sat in our bedroom and stared at the cherry floor. I looked at it feeling I'd seen and was familiar with every inch of it. I cut the cherry trees down, I perspired as they fell, I wrapped the chains around the base of those cherry logs and pulled them from the woods. I helped feed those logs to the sawyer and hauled the resulting boards to the mill. I sanded the floor they were layed on and stained them and applied the coats of polyurethane. I knew them from standing timber to floor. And yet I saw a beautiful grain and color that I had never noticed before in one particular board. I went to my knees to examine it and touch it. It was a cherry board that I had not noticed before. Both of us had been cheated.
Stars fall from the sky while I look away.
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