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By Jack Joseph Smith
Kauai; the green of the lowlands, The sea, and
coconut limbs bending significant to winds. In a
time warmpth of women with the mountain. His de-
sires had changed, and he could force nothing
on perminant grace for the fact of a high-
ness. The picture of she would have to be cared
for and nurtured, as he had wished for himself.
This women of chances to enchant her; but for
the dream of future past invading him equally.
Now he stood on a high prehistoric peak ready-
to return. This noon hour was his choice, for a
days waiting would surely bring him to his knees
from a believed in coma. He looked below watch-
ing the distant sea going the other way from its
waves under curves of color and wind. (No por-
poise dive with a possible-hope for water) and
a good sigh of smile; or was this all the mask
of sentimental trickery?
His witness was her looking through the shapes
of distances, when a maze of sudden driven clouds
passed between the figure of his impressions.
Might he send his mind back to flight? (Listen
for sounds that will attach you to your visions)
and he was blind. His reaction wanted his fingers
upon the eyelids, but nothing. to lie para-
lized. now would be a gigle
he had heard of, but never
read.