{"id":52422,"title":"The Greengatherer\u2019s Journal - Birkon, the Iron-Tree of Birkenhead","description":"I came into Birkenhead along streets that carry more than one layer of use.  Old boundaries sit beside newer ones, and the ground bears the marks of work done, removed, and done again.  The air was still, held between buildings, carrying distant sound without direction","content":"<p>I came into Birkenhead along streets that carry more than one layer of use. Old boundaries sit beside newer ones, and the ground bears the marks of work done, removed, and done again. The air was still, held between buildings, carrying distant sound without direction.<\/p><p>\u00a0<\/p><p><img src=\"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/5cfgqpnlmtbqq0rodrxbnooysyamzgk91wgsarkhwapv9bhw.jpg.jpg?w=1140&amp;v=2\" alt=\"5cfgqpnlmtbqq0rodrxbnooysyamzgk91wgsarkhwapv9bhw.jpg.jpg?w=1140&amp;v=2\" \/><\/p><p>Set back from the road, he stands where space has been left rather than designed. 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