He stood for hours, listening endlessly to the language at the edge of the forest. Over time he came to understand the dialects spoken, how the trees would roar and the creeks would cry. And as the sun would cast its golden rays down upon the earth day in and day out, he continued to stand facing the wall of timber and vine and listen to its majesty. Tempted to go in, but never swayed to action, Dillon Henry became the Keeper of all creation’s dreams. – Dillon ’07



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