Then I see a review of Carolyn Forché's new book Otherwhere, and then skip to her poem Museum of Stones, and I'm back in our graveyard looking at this grave gone anonymous with lichen and time, in our museum of stones, and somewhere in there I reply to a post by Jonathan Ofir about the fear of words, and I reply but maybe my reply is more about me but still I want to say his words don't fail, at least they don't fail here. And then I want to show this castle crystal we gave I gave Trudy she said looks like the Sleeping Beauty castle in the Magic Kingdom and Neuschwanstein.