112313 #pigeon #thirteenstones #campfire #storyteller #fish #hellsmarker #celeste #featherwoman "Do we grow into harder, greyer trees as we grow older?" Even then, the words and characters and spaces and clickity clack were the filter I used in order to exist. In return I got light, warmth, music, memories in luring oak. It was. Ever. Not about talent or skill or plus or minus naïveté. Just the words. The campfire. The storyteller. The fish. The GIRLS, oh my god the god. All of them. Hell. All of them.