moss miniver We have been a forest, and a leaf; the blackest soil in a rain; wet moss growing north; the clay, the clay, the clay of gray; the centipede and his toes. 000913 ... freakizh kate is good. 020201 ... daroma goes greenly towards me and my eyes, 031117 ... andru235 if i were buried in a forest, no coffin, as i would like to be, i would be totally posthumously flattered if years later moss grew in that very spot. 051028 ... jordie it grew by the creek in thick bevies of emerald green. velvet clumps of the finest thread. I wove a dress from its roots. 060521 what's it to you? who go blather from