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By Jack Joseph Smith
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to the ring of, where-is she coming fromeos where:
: is she coming fromeoe where ig she-coming from?i}"
Aid ori 8 vole r "aoe Sete edd wigan from her having stood up :
. swaying, as a~reef with many trees, her bright dress .
wrinkling exactly with the-feelings in the thick and
lower softness of the Lede “pind, She would not be a
. city domesticated mother onan ne, sweet gladness
. would danee$ And her head had gone over the modern
: desert storm as a shebas
“are you seeing the Ark Angel,?" spoke a light man
on his feet passingeeco
She had been seeing herself as one of a million centers :
. on the beach with no purpose or possibility, To Jiven Joe :
. whet always was and always will be, All blown with the
wind like the song of lives in time perpetually moving in
a circle.” ioyese-end trofsigy ners ‘the people of Hart Street :
to spend lives of saserae Genes ty visions they were
enclosed in. .
"T am not ready to sing so softly like that soft wind :
lifting her skirts for you," said Joe, He-thenhatgone- {
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On the sixth day the —— girls stood back from her ms a
speaking out of the glares "Lady, the men are anxious _ .
for yous" F
"We are all children of the Godless gods, and the
universe is not anxious for us," she had replied, i