A true friend sitting next to my soul. Talking with me. Laying in a green field on a hill. Wildflowers dance the breeze. Sun shines… bright blue sky… curious clouds mozy by. Trees and forests are not too far away. Hills and valley, mostly. Talking about anything. Stars, dreams - what we enjoy or what others destroy. Comforts found together. Mariee Sioux’s Faces in the Rocks reaches me almost as a best friend could.