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By Jack Joseph Smith
Animal watched through the window; This home was
gracful; he thought. Trees in that world outside of
glass showed their leaves as distinct faces playing
parts in conection upon an embodied vapenda; Here
Animal wanted to be lost in thought; dream of this
as being his own enviorment. But of course that was
not the possibility; so he must speak with the peo-
ple about their business. So fast he had begun to
enjoy their presence as a manner of friends. But
the glass again. He desired to not be behind it.
The trees made him remember; they were like a spirit
world, these leaves.
To the sister; a flower was like a mountain. To
Blankname there was to much human dust on the ground
for him to flash on harmony.