for each process_step_ maintain all information. and put the metadata only on a table
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“journalist_question”: “tell me about your day”,
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“diary”: [
“A sunny day:\nThe sun arrives as a honey. The forest awakes and begins to warm. Movement amongst the trees. The mist and dew which saturate my sweep of woods begin to vaporise as the first rays blaze across and through our branches, the highest crowns now gold. The light blooms, dazzling. The sun grows. Sap rises. Trees steam. The forest is birdsong, racing water, an outpouring of life. The quiet of the night overtaken by the rush of morning. The blue of the dawn overtaken amber, silver, red. A blissful wash.\nAs the day goes on we stretch and drink \u2013 the fat sun, soupy and rich and later, a burst of rain. High clouds. Sweet breezes. Long daylight \u2013 the blossom sun sailing over until the shadows turn and the light begins to dim. Sinking, fading \u2013 the sounds of the mountainside swelling then dwindling down to a sleepy whisper. We settle, hold ourselves a little tighter. The night sky overflows with stars. No moon. The mountains tower. The summer dream.”,
“A stormy day:\nStrong winds and torrential rain. Day after day they hammer at us. Thunder rolls across the mountainside. The air streams hard and heavy. Canopy and understory saturated. Soil waterlogged unstable. The gales have torn some old growth down \u2013 crazed and splintered, roots ripped out, white heartwood shocking as lightning in the howling dark. Every windbreak broken exposes fresh trees to violence. Shuddering force. Pummelled day and night we try to ride the blows. Beset; bent low but unbroken, the forest waits.”,
“Daily temperature:\nAt its height, the heat of the day is urgent and strong but it starts every morning as a ripple before surging, building to a peak when the sun is at the summit of the sky.\nThe chill that falls at night can be harsh. Cold snaps glister the whole wood white. Trapped in hard numb glass, petrified as skeletons, we wait for the sun. When deeper biting prolonged cold hits, dark deep freezes that stun the whole mountain, we shudder to feel our peripheries solidify. The burn as ice as creeps deeper. The deadening needle-ache of that. The relief of a thaw turns to fear if hard cold returns and the forest refreezes, shard ice expanding to tear trees apart.\nIn winter, the warmth takes longer to arrive. Sometime it doesn\u2019t. The sky grows lighter but never bright, never kindles into heat. The frost remains. The snows smother life. But as spring nears the sun strengthens, stirring change. Then, one day, the sun musters full force and the rime blazes, melting and the forest awakes. Day on day the sun returns until the ice is overwhelmed and the woods run loud with exultant water.”,
“Sunrise:\nWe wake at sunrise with the first wash of gold and welling warmth. As the light blooms, dazzling, the sun begins to bake \u2013 the blue of the dawn overtaken amber, silver, red. A blissful wash. Rich as nectar, we drink it.”,
“Sunset:\nOn a clear night, once the fat sun\u2019s sailed its arc, shadows grow long and the light begins to fade. Warmth and light drain as the sounds of the mountainside swell then dwindle. The sky pinks, reds, then blues-down black as the stars flare silver. We settle, grow slow, grow still. Standing by overnight for the dawn.”
]
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{
“title”: “Silver Fir - Hero, Good, Bad”,
“author”: “Dan Richards”,
“type”: “Consultant_Info”,
“year”: “2025”,
“url”: “https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-z5oIeJ5xPA5doCSP6QhsKiHBvyS2t3vs7h8UU7UW7g/edit?usp=sharing”
},
{
“title”: “Silver Fir - Hero, Good, Bad”,
“author”: “Dan Richards”,
“type”: “Consultant_Info”,
“year”: “2025”,
“url”: “https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-z5oIeJ5xPA5doCSP6QhsKiHBvyS2t3vs7h8UU7UW7g/edit?usp=sharing”
},