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The remembered girl blushes and comes close in a peace that once seemed permanent, but the reverie ends with Kennedy forest turning blue after night and the narrator, emptied of thought, picking up a stone to throw toward the trees in the valley.

The OCR is a little clipped, but the emotional movement is clear enough: innocence is remembered just as the speaker recognizes it could not last. The final stone-throw feels like a small, frustrated act against distance, quiet, and the punishment that wildness has brought.

The remembered girl blushes and comes closer, her hair brushing his cheek, in an innocence he insists stayed chaste - 'I never had intentions; we were flowers in our growth' - a peace she 'believed it would always be that way.' The reverie turns on the page's sharpest line, 'When did / wildness curse the soul and punish peace?', then empties out: Kennedy forest 'looks so blue after rising from the night,' his mind goes blank, and the section ends on the small frustrated act of picking up a stone 'to try and reach the trees in the valley.'