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Making the child's hair float out behind her like blown cornsilk. It all reminds him of his own swinging youth: the way ground seesawed as he pumped, head thrown so far back his vision hung trees by their heels from a heaven of grass! And the buoyant tug of links in his hands, tug of the pulse in his eyes . . so strong he believed he could always let his body flirt with such sweet falling. . Page 33 But his daughter, sailing higher, shrieks with joy . . and he grips the wheel white-knuckled Vander Meer!
Page 44 August 13 A hundred yards out waves lift, lean shoreward, break and dissolve. This line of shells and smooth pebbles marks the farthest reach of the foam. Beyond, shingle the sea mist has moistened. The little stones shine with a gray light that comes from all sides at once; they glisten with longing: the sea is so close! So close, its heartbeat huge in the ground. And beyond the shingle, the cliffs I've dreamed of. . ash and bramble blowing on the crags, their soaked leaves dripping .
Look it's a shaggy pasture in Nebraska, in the sandhills: a fine, star-riddled August midnight. I woke in my tent with the moon Page 42 drenching through, and wanted you, and crawled out here to let the blackness eat me. But for once, love, it isn't enough. For once I want to listen past the waves. To fall silent, let moonlight soak me to the bone! Look: the moon's sailing high in its own healing glow like your face when you're sleeping. How long I've loved it. Page 43 August 8: ''Abstinence" On the telephone, her voice still kindles her spirit in memory.