Wild Redwood Love, My Dear Departed, Beth of Many Passions but One

Careful with that volume, Eugene! heheh. This starts loud loud loud and becomes more of a song poem to the confusion of passion and love.
Don’t we all at some time? Confuse passion and love.
So I suddenly just hollered this one out. Turned on the recorder and did it again, then fixed yodels and yelps but kept a few high pitched sounds of that crazy bizarre emotion that makes us doe the wildest things never thought possible, but yeah, anything is possible. Guess I can’t say more lest lives are wounded by the truths of passion. She is beloved departed, never could get free of cocaine and her heart just finally said No. Peace in Spirit, dear one.