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By Jack Joseph Smith
room was not at all sinking away. Her feet felt
quick, ready to move to necessary position. Her
eyelashes blink their skirted perceptions to and
fro, window to window. The move of her body slips
half a place bright. Slightly she slips her shoul-
der into the settled rays cast over the direc-
tion of her hand moving in a turn to display truth
in the palm.
None of this was thought of, but all the same
repeated.
Just before suddenly, just without question,
she felt a brilliance in herself. Natural intel-
igence at this moment included something else to
make sure of before each actioned word. A dis-
played announcement in her mind that tapered dis-
array from a last second scrambling, to close-
ity. She feels no unbalancement in the sensation,
but knew at the verge of instinct that she need
belong to it fully, as if she had aquired it, and
meet through study. She was feeling a grasp on it
but still it was off, over there for her, while
yet the sensation itself told her to forget its
own defination, so she carries on in speech, tell-
ing her mystery to the officer; knowing all the
while she had a genuine possibility to believe,