Hold A Book In Your Hand And

Trees For Example, Carry The Memory Of Rainfal. In Their Rings We Read Ancient Weather - Storms, Sunlight And Temperatures, The Growing Seasons Of Centuries. A Forest Shares A History Which Each Tree Remembers Even After It Has Been Felled.

I See That I Must Give What I Most Need.

When A Man Dies, His Secrets Bond Like Crystals, Like Frost On A Window. His Last Breath Obscures The Glass.

Some Stones Are So Heavy Only Silence Helps You Carry Them!

To Share A Hiding Place, Physical Or Psychological, Is As Intimate As Love.