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Obituary

I wonder about the trees.

Why do we wish to bear

Forever the noise of these

More than another noise

So close to our dwelling place?

We suffer them by the day

Till we lose all measure of pace,

And fixity in our joys,

And acquire a listening air.

They are that that talks of going

But never gets away;

And that talks no less for knowing,

As it grows wiser and older,

That now it means to stay.

My feet tug at the floor

And my head sways to my shoulder

Sometimes when I watch trees sway,

From the window or the door.

I shall set forth for somewhere,

I shall make the reckless choice

Some day when they are in voice

And tossing so as to scare

The white clouds over them on.

I shall have less to say,

But I shall be gone.

-Robert Frost

Lord, the air smells good today,
straight from the mysteries
within the inner courts of God.
A grace like new clothes thrown
across the garden, free medicine for everybody.
The trees in their prayer, the birds in praise,
the first blue violets kneeling.
Whatever came from Being is caught up in being, drunkenly
forgetting the way back.

-Rumi, 13th century Sufi Mystic

Bye Perry.

Day 13

Suite D ch-ch-ch-christmas photo

Day 12

Ben & Perry's ice cream presents Cherry Gar-chia.

Day 11

Caption:

Day 10

With Tiger in the rough, Perry finds himself on par to realize his dream of becoming the world's best golfer.

Chia at the tee-a

Day 9

Perry reacts to the news that Copenhagen placed an official ban on Christmas Trees effective during Climate Talks taking place there this month.

(OK, calm down, all carbon emitted during the burning of the Danish flag was absorbed and converted to oxygen by Perry himself)