occasional in a silent way she would dream about him sometimes. the last time he was dragging a lion in front of him through a river to get to a waterfall. the lion was skin and bones. it didn't make a sound. it looked too young to be so old. how do you get so old that you don't want to speak? "he's just tired," he said. "one day we'll all be the same age." and they went down together. 141218 what's it to you? who go blather from