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If a tree fell in the forest, and you were the only one there to hear it if its fall to the ground didn’t make a sound, would you panic in fear that you didn’t exist, or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness?

Andrea Gibson

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Andrea Gibson
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: August 13
Poet
Calais
Maine
Andrew Gibson
Tree
Nothingness
Hear
Forest
Sound
Panic
Fear
Bliss
Fall
Fell
Didn
Forests
Make
Ground
Would
Exist
Bask

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