Wild Green
Ninefold. Or, Who's Afraid of the Visionary: A Note to Friendship and The Fray


Fifteen years to the day.
I've held a secret grudge against the
entire continent of China for being
the last soil you ever walked on.

Silly, I know.
But there it is.

The truth is, for me Fathers Day is

And China bears an echo of your

So it's a celebration, really.

Once upon a time, you were here.
I can hear the echo wherever
I am.