By George Buatre
From a distance, the rolling Lendu hills still appear green, dominated by eucalyptus, pine, and cypress plantations. Up close, the illusion fades. Blackened stumps punctuate the landscape. Abandoned charcoal kilns lie scattered across slopes. Narrow feeder paths cut deep into what was once a continuous artificial forest cover.
For elders who helped plant Lendu Forest decades...
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