“Once, I took the penny whistle you gave me and discovered a spot by the roaring falls where I could play as loud as I wanted. I lay in the bifurcated trunk of a low-slung birch tree. The sun peeked through applauding leaves, high overhead.” PeaceFriendshipMusicSolitudeAfternoonFallsBirch TreePenny Whistle Author:Kristen Henderson, Of My Maiden Smoking