My friend once took a vow of silence a whole week in the Smoky Mountains surrounded by the rustling sunlit trees birdsong scored at intervals rain paradiddling on the leaves little gulps in the puddles & that fifth night when the wind rose & the dark thundered with percussion
OUT OF SILENCE
OUT OF SILENCE
OUT OF SILENCE
My friend once took a vow of silence a whole week in the Smoky Mountains surrounded by the rustling sunlit trees birdsong scored at intervals rain paradiddling on the leaves little gulps in the puddles & that fifth night when the wind rose & the dark thundered with percussion