Some are compelled to tell stories, some to make rhymes. Others gather
to listen. All of us revolve around each other and need each other. We
are not complete without each other. For if there is no one to listen to
the story, does it matter? If no one reads the written word, is it
silently whispered or does it just fade away and become forgotten. Does
the spoken word echo out into the trees if no ears will listen? So I
cherish what you bring, and I hope you can understand my thoughts.
Together we are writing our individual stories that stretch out through a
lifetime, but somehow woven together.
