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12. 50 [[strikethrough]]Still singular [[/strikethrough]] individual pine trees seen one after the other.[[strikethrough]] Each tree was shot [[/strikethrough]] Sound Track-Bill Patton (see text) Pine B[[?]] Trio [[strikethrough]] the trees[[/strikethrough]] [[strikethrough]] CUT (hard held 360°) 13. A pair of a [[/strikethrough]]group of [[strikethrough]] cranberry bog from a [[?]] sand pile. The cloudy sky is duplicated in the still bog water. The [[/strikethrough]] white station wagon I used to film comes into view in the distance, the pan finished at the sand pile. Sound track-silent, [[/strikethrough]]and [[strikethrough]] then Pineys talk of bogs and sand. CUT 14. Close up of sand just in front of my feet on top of the steep sand pile, [[strikethrough]] as [[strikethrough]] I begin to walk down--(my feet are not visible) [[/strikethrough]] the hill, the sand cascading down in front of [[strikethrough]] each step causing the sand to [[cascade down in]] fan out in front of me. [[strikethrough]] The [[strikethrough]] Pebble roll, sand cascades. At the bottom [[strikethrough]] of the pile [[strikethrough]] I turn [[strikethrough]]and [[strikethrough]]to film the tracks on the side of the pile and catch my own shadow as well. [[strikethrough]] END [[strikethrough]] Sound track: A Piney talking of gravel and pebbles. "There just ordinary gravelstones, pebble as the city folk might call 'em." END.