"see," Sasha Muttered, Eyeing The Sun. 'it's

And The Question Is, Which One Is Really "you.

Redemption, Transformation--god How She Wanted These Things. Every Day, Every Minute. Didn't Everyone?

The Sky Was Electric Blue Above The Trees But The Yard Felt Dark. Stephanie Went To The Edge Of The Lawn And Sat Her Forehead On Her Knees. The Grass And Soil Were Still Warm From The Day. She Wanted To Cry But She Couldn't. The Feeling Was Too Deep.

There's A Fine Line Between Thinking About Somebody And Thinking About Not Thinking About Somebody, But I Have The Patience And The Self-control To Walk That Line For Hours - Days, If I Have To.

And It May Be That A Crowd At A Particular Moment Of History Creates The Object To Justify Its Gathering, As It Did At The First Human Be-in And Monterey Pop And Woodstock. Or It May Be That Two Generations Of War And Surveillance Had Left People Craving The Embodiment Of Their Own Unease In The Form Of A Lone, Unsteady Man On A Slide Guitar.