The woods do that to you they always look familiar long lost like the face of a long-dead relative like an old dream like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreakthat went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testifyby their own lonesome familiarity to this feeling.Taip bna mikuose jie visada atrodo pastami kadai prarasti ibluk lyg seniai mirusio giminaiio veidas tartum sena svajon tarsi nuotrupa pamirtos dainos plaukianios vir vandens o labiau u visk - tarsi auksins prajusios vaikysts aminybs ar prejusios brandos ir visa kas gyva visa kas mir visa irdgla itikusi prie milijon met ir debesys plaukiantys tau vir galvos liudija savo vieniu artimumu jausm.