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By Jack Joseph Smith
the joy of strength in him make him view things.
"It is laughter," he said, "that makes me feel
clear about being right here. Yours is a wonder-
ful island. A while ago I would have argued for
the mountains against the stars, and anyway any
woman with sense would never settle down on the
sun."
They laugh together.
And so they ride, along the sea, after the
mountains, through the country side. He felt
as though he had just wound up steep from steps
stepping toward the tower, and at the last wind
of turn, rested; not out of lack of strength,
but to recall the experience of the staircase
before standing in the steeples spires.
For some moments he became only aware of the
motorcycles pulling the carts. It was a fun thing
to watch the carts and catching up with the
world. Soon all will walk out of the Wall Street
Journal and back to the New Wheel. The city and
its Fine Madness movies. Startled, he shifted,
feeling his attention pull him back to her. Her
hold on reality was lovely. Was he going to fly
by leaving her? He was not even attempting not
to; he knew this. Why not stay? Hard wood bed