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Gus the sasquatch stands with his hands clasped, eyes closed and smiling, surrounded by his friends — a bespectacled pine, a small purple creature, a round pink tree, a yellow stump, and more pines — under a hand-lettered banner reading These Gentle Woods.

A very small forest. A very large friend. Absolutely nothing urgent.

These Gentle Woods is a slow comic about a sasquatch named Gus, the trees who tolerate him, and the very small business of getting through a Tuesday.

Nothing Much Happens Here

Behind the gas station, past the bus stop nobody uses anymore, there's a patch of woods that never got the memo to hurry up. Gus has lived there longer than anyone can prove. So has everyone else, technically, since most of them are trees.

Every Sunday we draw one small thing that happened. That's the whole show.

The Locals

Meet the Woods

Five neighbors. One rock. Several strong opinions about lichen.

Gus

The Sasquatch

Has hugged this tree for eleven minutes. No further plans.

Pip

The Pine, Bespectacled

Reads to the others. Mostly corrects their grammar.

Moss

The Small Purple One

Nobody has confirmed what Moss is. Moss hasn't either.

Knot

The Stump

Has seen everything. Will tell you nothing. Mostly sighs.

Berry

The Round Tree

Startles at falling leaves. Has lived here nine years.

Pebble

The Rock, Technically

Furniture by day. Emotionally, a friend.

The Archive

A Few Things That Happened

Ep. 14

Gus Forgets Why He's Hugging the Tree. Keeps Hugging Anyway.

Pip tries to explain the situation. Gus is not listening. Gus is busy.

Ep. 9

Knot Counts the Clouds. Loses Count on Purpose.

It's not that the number doesn't matter. It's that starting over feels nice.

Ep. 3

Moss Loses an Argument With a Fern. Again.

The fern wasn't even talking. Moss still feels strongly this is unresolved.

New gentle thing, every Sunday morning.

Every Sunday

Join the Quiet

One small, slow thing from the woods, delivered every Sunday morning. No rush, ever.

You're in. The woods say hello.

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