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By Jack Joseph Smith
ectric nights.
She never appeared to tire of her vision, and
outside viewpoints about her single state began
to be brought in messages by her youthful court.
"I heard a handsome ragged hippie man say it was
sure to happen. He said he had painted it already
and it had brought him out of his abstraction."
Yet another of the very young ladies did say, "I
hear bad things; but you must not worry. Those
voices sound starved for something, like paranoid
cat tails swishing in dark hallways."
As the days had passed the crowded beach felt
the air of need to give her leave. Around her re-
mained a circle of space; while remarks found conn-
ection only with her entourage. The summer days
were hot, but in the evenings came the wind, and on
the second night Maria had been chilled to accepting
a light quilt. The young girl wrapped the quilt
around Maria's shoulder's with pleasure saying, "it
is from my mother old Maria; and she will be glad
you have warmed yourself with it, because she has
said that you are her blood,"
Into the third day a buldge of bad behavioural
interest had back built from the crowd, yet, "budd-
ing sure is coming bloom the flower of her face,"