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Does the sound or the silence make music?
When no ripples pass over watery trees--like painted glass
lying beneath a quiet lake--
would you think the real forest lay
only in the reflected
trees, which are protected
by non-existence from the air of day?
Our blood gives voice to earth and shell;
they speak but in refracted sounds.
The silence of the dead resounds,
but what they say we cannot tell.
Only echoes of what they taught
are heard by living ears.
The tongue tells what it hears
and drowns the silence which the dead besought.
The questioning circumambient light,
the answering luminiferous doubt
listen, and whisper it about
until the mocking stars turn bright.
Tardy flowers have bloomed long
but they have long been dead.
Now on the ice, like lead,
hail-stones drop loud with a rattle song.
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It's all good, Daryl. I'm coming to Great Yarmouth to kidnap you from work next week. 8 days to be precise.
Wedding with my family out in the boondocks...




















My parents were lame...
"What do you want for Christmas this year, little Kristina?"
"A Barbie dollhouse!"
"Ok, we'll tell Santa for you."
No letter was ever encouraged.
We did, however, set out huge bowls of lettuce in the backyard for the "reindeer" to eat. Too awesome.