The same burnished orange is the color of Squirrel's tail and back. Sal heard Squirrel's voice from inside the wagon as she looked out from behind the glass. She tapped a similar rhythmic pattern with the pointing finger of her left hand, and spoke, "Squirrely, you looking for us? We're here now." Squirrel clung to the trunk of Fir in that yoga position Sal could only imagine possible; a horizontal angle parallel to the ground. Through her actions, the question of a balanced life messaged the round woman. Sharp unblinking eyes and a pointed snout locked with Sal's.
Squirrel had come to check: "Are you being resourceful?" Not only did Sal's neighbor Squirrel come to ask the question, he or she was voicing concern.
The beauty of living in the woods for six years has been the inter-woven communication between Those-Who-Have-Lived-Here-Long and the two in the golden wagon. Moving onto the gravel and out from under the Pines was as much a decision influenced because Sam and Sal had no wish to 'down' the crooked topped Pine tree.
Coming round to the conditions in Haiti again, the story folds one of the do's and don'ts from the Seattle Slog article entitled, "As Hurricane Mathew Tops 100, Do's and Don'ts for Americans Who Want to Help"
[...] 6) Whatever you do, don't donate to appease your own conscience and stop there. This is primarily a man-made disaster, not a natural one. Haiti is poor and especially vulnerable to hurricanes for human (read: political) reasons, not physical ones. Hurricanes hit Taiwan, another small island nation, all the time, but they don't cause this kind of devastation.
The causes of Haiti's poverty are deep. They have to do with racism and capitalism and empire, and they date back to the Haitian revolution of 1804. This is a good introduction:
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