Somewhere A Tree Is Falling And, Part Of You Is Under It.

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.

Barry Williams http://barry-williams.com/blog

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

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