Friday, April 29, 2016

Trees That Speak Make Writers Out Of You And Me

You'll never hear me say, "I have to lecture tonight." It is a blessing to have the opportunity to be open. These are never my words. For where the words come from on a sheet of paper are the experiences lived by the tree. It's my job to remove the dust off the paper so the words can be seen.

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