When you are by yourself in a forest, sound don’t matter.
There might as well be no sound.
Make all the sound you want, the forest will filter it out.
Be in the right place when a tree falls in the forest and
you can holler till yer blue in the face, ain’t no one
gonna hear you or likely even find you as you
taste the sweet bark of Ever Silent Grove.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
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