"The trees are all bending
in one direction
because of something...
...beyond the hedgegrove,
over by the willows,
deep in the shadows...
...ain't ever seen it, but i have heard it.
Sounds like the millstones when they are turning,
but every moment getting louder and louder,
and then there is silence,
and the smell of flowers."
I also had a "friend" named Troy who lived there and owned a tattoo shop in Kutztown. I only mention him because his profile would read exactly like yours. Especially the favorite bands.