that only road... once ago. as Y, the lambda we now go... embarassed, or to put it more wisely: destitute -without any worth, vision, or carrier left. I'm left in this small hut in woods far from the sea far from the sea of my days the day I first looked out our bedroom window, I saw through the maples and pines. a road/ the road that came from sea alone/ the hut is hidden in countless ferns but if I could count them now, they'd number fewer than the memories I carry. - Rich.P.Gabriel but what if you had the will to see: the many memories of those stone trees.