What men do to trees mirrors what they do to women.

عندما نحب لا نحتاج إلى أن نفهم ما يحدث لأن كل شيء يحدث بداخلنا

At the essential landscape stare, stare Till your eyes foist a vision dazzling on the wind: Whatever lost ghosts flare, Damned, howling in their shrouds across the moor Rave on the leash of the starving mind Which peoples the bare room, the blank, untenanted air.

Obviously, I have a lot of memories here... but at the same time I&#39;m going to put all my energies into moving forward and doing my best for the Thrashers.

Written By Peter Bondra

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