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With some trees, the knotholes are among the last things to go. You can find them staring up from the ground, eye sockets that never belonged to a skull. It makes sense that trees would grow their hardest wood around the weakest points in their architecture. This is called the branch collar, & it is woven with wood first from the branch as it overlaps onto the trunk & then from the trunk as it overlaps onto the branch. Behind the collar, in the parent trunk or limb, the branch core forms:

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Waring Cuney

The Radical

Men never know What they are doing. They always make a muddle Of their affairs, They always tie their affairs Into a knot They cannot untie. Then I come in Uninvited. They do not ask me in; I am the radical, The bomb thrower, I untie the knot That they have made, And they never thank me.

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