folloo tern ocean. S o t tone or painting  s line of try, sced on t rouge a constellation of draions, primitive and cory told on i??p of its ancestor. Some of t, as if a preoric being  memories like paintings on a cave  a stream. Ss, and tures from es and imps and goblins. Icarus, Visoons: Ignatz t Krazy Kat, Little Nemo slumbers in onderland, Koko jumps out of to knots, a garland knitted from morning glory vines. tures unemperature rose as in an oven, but I could not save myself from  corner, sed a left  s. to back on a mountain of books. On trance to ter  open. I o leave.

    I studied Specks passage , o commit it to memory.  to look up? A cinder popped and fle filled to t, but my bundle  fit ts ignited, sending a  knocked me to my knees. I tore open ttering papers to t ter and a feray c my c; to t.

    tars  and ts , and many of t t t ep, but I kne a toto and tories  up in flames. From a green o figucking to my s, I started trip  . In te darkness, fireflies flasheir semaphores of longing.

    Speck made it, I am sure, from o t Pacific idal pools, slept on tangle of knots, rong as ropes from sory of ry, tfields and soybeans of t, sunfloeep pitced Desert beyond, and finally ocean in vieook you so long? And I ory and il in . Only tep by tortured step.

    took kind care of me upon my return to camp next morning. Onions and Béka scoured to sootered feet. Co tern and dreer to quenc and o ure and to erary remains. Only a fe survived to prove t it ed. I told t Specks