God Give You Pardon From Gratitude And

I Did However Used To Think, You Know, In The Woods Walking, And As A Kid Playing In The Woods, That There Was A Kind Of Immanence There — That Woods, And Places Of That Order, Had A Sense, A Kind Of Presence, That You Could Feel; That There Was Something Peculiarly, Physically Present, A Feeling Of Place Almost Conscious ... Like God. It Evoked That.

I Heard Words And Words Full Of Holes Aching.

The Pattern Of The Narrative Never Of Necessity Wants To End, It Never Has To.

It Is Hard Going To The Door Cut So Small In The Wall Where The Vision Which Echoes Loneliness Brings A Scent Of Wild Flowers In The Wood.

Locale Is Both A Geographic Term And The Inner Sense Of Being.