Will it be heard? I lean on a ring of a tree that has fallen. I wasn't there to hear it fall but here it is holding me up in moments of decision. So the noise it made is in my imagination. So What.?
Red pill, blue pill
caff, decaf, half caff
two kids, twelve kids
"We don't yet see things clearly. We're squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won't be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright!" The Message