If I Told You About All The

You Lay Your Hand Against His Skin And Just Rib His Back. Blow Into His Ear. Press That Baby Up Against Your Own Skin And Walk Outside With Him, Where The Night Air Will Sourround Him, And Moonlight Fall On His Face. Whistle, Maybe. Dance. Hum. Pray. (how To Calm A Crying Baby)

The Silence Was Part Of The Story I Wanted To Tell.

For 25 Years, I Did Take My Responsibilities As A Pleaser Of Others Sufficiently Seriously.

I Had Known There Had Been A Serial Killer On Mount Tamalpais, And It Felt So Incongruous In Such A Beautiful, Peaceful Spot.

I Compromised My Ability To Tell My Story, At The Most Basic Level.