A sailor and a gypsy walk in to a bar…
For the trees They breath When I’m drowning and have nothing to say The trees will breathe For me I have so much to say Those who have the strongest roots For me Will say it all And will speak For the trees.
Stillson Street, Rochester NY. Bittersweet memories. Unfortunately, only the bad times come back to me. But, it’s a new city since I left. 16 years to refresh.