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| Before. Or, actually, just after I tripped on what was just above ground and started to dig it out. |
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| During. A weird clump, with a vasty and nasty root system. The usual solution, when I get something like this uncovered, is to grab hold and twist. This one twisted and twisted, so tough and fibrous that I thought I'd never be able to wring it from the ground. But I did. |
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| After. Clumpy, lumpy soil, with some wrenched-up roots here and there. But no longer a stubby, stobby menace. |
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| South by southwest |
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| North by northeast. I'm sitting on the ground here, with the spot where the stob battle took place at the right of the picture, just below the Boston ivy. |
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