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Every day at work, I sit at my desk and look outside through the window at the forest of evergreens across the road. Usually, I'm checking to see if it's foggy or rainy, but every so often, I catch myself and realize that they're a huge bank of pine trees that serve as more than just a backdrop to a crude weather-detection method.

They are the living embodiment of the Pacific Northwest: green, lush, and humid. It's times like this that I realize I fuckin' work a stone's throw from Twin Peaks, and it rules.