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the thought; a resurgance quivered in Animal's throat. To question the emotion from star to void. The graywhite steel cords tied into the continuous form of a tunnel. No blue veins connected to the heart for pumping. But also there, with eyes like those lining up a leverage-board to lift or let down, Maria's applied dependence on Montreal's hold on her reality faded out from any focus on mystery untill the scene stopped. "It is gone." "Yes, it is time for me to go to lying in my bed; and dream beyond tomorrow for my daughters." "Can they not dream for themselves?" "But Monsieur; my daughters sleep walk with their slippers on." The night passed. The man from Montreal had gone to sleep in Maria's home. The next morning, saddened; he had left knowing that the changes of the beach would strip her last dignity from her, which was her home. It would be torn down, crumb- led within not to long a period of time. And then where would her daughters go, but to marriage? To watch their forced youth walk away would certainly be the death of Maria, for no mothers warm home would exist, not even for Holydays.