When I saw the emptiness of this bamboo stalk, it reminded me of our old yard in Haughton. There was a little grove of bamboo at the edge of our property that grew like wildfire. The first time Billy cut it back, he burned the stalks in the backyard. The heat built up intense pressure in the hollow sections of the bamboo and caused them to explode, which sounded like gunfire.
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