Sunday, December 26, 2004


A brief snipit from the famous author, my daughter.

When I went to the Grove alone I felt I was in a place that was right. School wasn't right, home wasn't right, work wasn't right. This forest was right and it would never brag about it. If a person ever has to tell you he's good and he's right, he probably isn't-like that girl in the sushi bar: she didn't have to say anything-her presence was enough.
Only someone who knows solitutde can tell what perfect company nature is. It's like hanging out with God. Heaven is a forest.


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