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Why this elaborate illustration(?) my writing is a spacecraft of prosperous experience from the odyssey of the mind a chemistry leading to the source of one's identity. #4 Cloud of intuition feeding the brain

Cubic and orderly reflective curtainwall

#1 Sunlight bristly ray breaking life generations glass-like sheets

#3 Refractive cognitive Crystal

Eyes of a reflective mind, seeking reality in a reflection.

(Zodiacal) Pyramid of life glass sheet-like generations

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06 Grandson, family mingle


Partition of rooms
Though the stuffy room atmosphere woke me to doze off, I didn't gather the courage to get up and attend the mood that destiny envisage for me that day my body in a warm cloudy mattress, the pillow I hugged, and the soft duvet that wrapped my body heat, while daylight filtering into the room told me; Time to get up! No its too early no one is up at this hour of the morning! I replicated. The warmth and my sleepy head prevented me to concentrate and gather the courage to open the window and circulate the stale air that I had been breathing and made me drowsy. While sweating, I relied on the phone alarm that wasn't going to trigger off, when my a childhood biological clock raised near the equator and the sun peering over the purlieu volcano crater told us whether we were going to be on time for class or needed to rush. On the Northern hemisphere, the various seasons topple the senses, and the feeling that I overslept, at the depend of breakfast then onto a wedding ceremony. By the unbearable heat in my cocoon, I gathered the courage to turn my head for a glance at the culprit of my ill at ease the window, and seeping to mind, I no longer delayed my rules; Hands off, something is bound to disintegrate with my luck. There was no magic to rectify brining my brain out of the clouds and igniting the fireworks to shake up my sleepy neurons firing in turn my muscles. Living a meditating existence, showed there was no hazard, coincidences were a means to gaze into the world of immaterial, beyond dreams into the chemistry of the universe without the means of control. There where the living souls intermingled in a life of which, the body is a puppet rhythmic of the biorhythm cords. I got to flip the duvet aside, and rise to sit on the edge of the bed, facing the glass of the window to another universe 'It all depends on you,' I was reminded at sight of the ocean which, ought to have breezed in, and circulated that stuffy atmosphere. Standing up, while obsessed by the window and another night to spend in the room, I moved in and after my leading sight, around the double bed and for the chair in the nook that made the corner by the wardrobe with the bathroom door. Off the floor I picked up my socks, and pulled them on. From the back rest of the chair my jeans, and shirt in which I traveled the day before. I returned to stand in front of the deep sill, studying closer the wretched modern plastic encased with a shy mechanism. Grip the lever, I wrenched, and time and again the stubborn mechanism from engaging home. With an increased banging the swing of the sash, torquing the lever into the upper position. After several forcible trials, and about to give up, the system locked the side-hinges from swinging and the ocean fresh breeze came over the top, waited to feel the sufficient cool embrace of my body. The sash a tilt comforted by the ocean rhyme telling me; I'll circulated through the room. I stepped off toward the door, and unlatched with a thought in despise of animal fur to close behind. I stepped on through a flooding daylight, and knocked at the door, calling out for fear of a Tiger leap with claws extended and jaws wide open; "It's time to get up can I come in?" As I heard a muffled big cat rumble uttering an assuring; "Yes," that rhymed with an
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round the clock rest, and fresh tone of voice. I Pushed my way into the room and contrary to expectations repeating in refrain; Get up ...Breakfast time! Victoria leaped onto her feet, before I finished saying; ...I'll meet you downstairs in a minute. Sober from exerting her liver, in her fur from the day before, and readily follow me growling in discontent; Where is Loulou Its time for breakfast she should be here? She stayed behind; I replied, thinking; Ho no! It's starting Not one of these hot stuffy days! We pay for the room and she doesn't sleep in it! Victoria retorted, with an insinuating sigh; What a waste of money! It doesn't matter; leave her be with her brothers. ...If that's what she wants; I said. Is she coming for breakfast, Victoria asked? I don't know Nathan was to wake her up and send her over in time for breakfast; I replied. Will you let her lead her life; I thought, and resorted to frown, at Tigers' who don't listen. When later, I'll get to question Nathan, and got the answer that changed a child's life style Anase wasn't to blame. She was that toddler who came to stand by my bedside waking up at first light with the chirping of the birds in the trees, and together we went on preparing breakfast, while her mother lazed in bed until the last minute to open at work the switchboard. Nathan was out of himself, surprised with an awry helpless smile; I have tried everything she just didn't wake up.

English breakfast
Downstairs, I stepped into the kitchen, following Victoria who had caught up with me and ready to stir turbulence in everything that moved she disappeared in the bright doorway opening to the veranda. Reappearing from around the dressed breakfast table. I meet the caretaker standing in the corner over the worktop, and distracted her a journal of records on a sheet of paper. She turned away from the midst of overbearing kitchen cabinet doors, and introduced her husband diagonally across, his back turned to the small center clearing while over seeing the pan in which he had cracked a few eggs a moment before. I replicated, I can see that, [you're married.] Husband wearing an apron and in the kitchen! I moved on into the daylight to my surprise Nicole, the caretaker smiled. Not sure how honest the smile was, contrary to which I thought; If she doesn't see the humor, just to bad for her! And, with eyes on Victoria I took the closest chair across with a waking concern of my financial predicament. I heard the blow of a sigh making the atmosphere heavy and stuffy around the breakfast table, while squeezed by a mother's pressure maintained on her daughter, and cheesy as two single reared girls that reason with maturity doesn't alleviate, saying on a sigh; What a waste ...She's not even here for breakfast. Victoria brought the thought to mind; That sounds like you, a few years back! And, replicated; That's her doing, that wasn't going to stop the wash; "Will you leave her
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lead her life!" However frustrating Victoria is repeating senseless; it is what makes that she's such a good a teacher drumming into the brains of students. I watched with growing pain that beacon in her plate, before she went on repeating; Do you want my beacon... Diplomacy on the verge of collapse, I said in silence; 'Do I look like a trash can, or an hungry ogre?" Watched the beacon leave her plate, my No that went to deaf ears. With a mounting frustration the lap of beacon at the end of her fork headed for me. I insisted; Have my own beacon, I don't want more. Had I been hungry... I thought, but skipped wasting my breath. I have been polite and supposed to have got branded into your skull - NO! But, Victoria insisted. No! Need be, "There is Lulu's due breakfast," Need I spell that out. I rose my voice, to the detriment of the people in the kitchen eavesdropping as I contained a nervously shake about to explode; Leave it in your plate, if you don't want to eat the beacon. Her Tiger living on the magic dust life brings him Victoria didn't anticipate; finding Dylan too busy to share a drink and a smoke with here. Her luck drained with age, and not ready to abandon and orientate with a different purpose in life pushed to the fringes of the families. She is 'The other woman,' to finding Liam avoiding her on several occasions in her tempted to engage in conversations and knot ties the evening before. Moments later, we went our way, refusing my invitation to check on our daughter's whereabout. She headed for the kitchen, while I stepped out the veranda. At heart we were on our way along front lawn terrace overhanging the body of water. Passed by the desert blend of outdoor dcor of the enclaved next door cottage vacant terrace chairs huddling the table. Leaving Victoria echo her qualm about an inconsiderate daughter The Tiger far from his hunting grounds, I opened the farm gate, and closed behind. Strolled up the foot path embedded paving in the lawns with a left curve around the buildings. My niggling curiosity led me into that directions to discover the words that echoed in mind; 'The second entrance past the tradesmen, leading to the front entrance of the lodge.' At the apron of lawn, I swerved right and picked up the hidden the trail a little further where the wayside foliage bend over and buries the steep sweep to straightened out. I climbed feeling my thighs heating up, taking the place in mind that Victoria occupied. I gazed up and grew to wonder if at all I'll make it clearing the steps through the bush fro the road. Counted the last steps, to emerged ceased by my burning thighs. As I turned to glance at the road, to my relieve gravitation carried me down the slope cooling off my muscles into oblivion of the effort with the approach of the fort entrance.

decorations
In the continuation of stepping from the spiral staircase, the galley busy with thick brick archways and flank stone pillars, in a morning after atmosphere of a ship that had sailed off to
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the shores of another continent. I moved on through the aisle of angelic rows of chairs, to narrowing down the length, in the next area where I moved diagonally by round tables being dressed for the occasion. Crossed Henri along the way, and to my surprise his name surged in mind with the current of a hand shake and a few warm words until our attentions were called elsewhere. I moved toward the shy kitchen door, while it occurred that his wife seemed to appear and eclipse no sooner in the midst of a few stern expressive scarecrows glances who were dressed in funeral suits. while I moved on, entering the kitchen, where Liam, with her daughters-in-law Kate a few hours aways form crowning that tittle, and Emma they were ghosting in the caterers movements who had since invaded the kitchen space.

One of the childhood friends


I escaped from getting under the feet of people with a duty, and sat down in the seat, where the day before the two childhood friends were seated abreast. I glanced away from Henry, straight across the table, in the spirit of a grandfather and soul of a Pisces, held a little boy while parents were preoccupied with the other boy and girl a scene that attracted no special attention, and yet symbolic in the passage of time as were the two friends who's traits of character spelled out their birth year in the snake. in the light of the deep window evolved from an arrowslit for the purpose of a canon barrel. There, the Capricorn-Goat woman, without her friend, ignoring her view on the ocean.

Anase drowsy
While the woman, spend a considerable lonesome time with a flower arrangement, without seeing the end of her doing. behind me Anase surface from the stairway. I asked her; Where did you sleep? "In the room;" the calculating Virgo said. Not getting sufficient in formation, I thought; Given time I'll get to know! Instead of insisting and put her up against replying, I said; You missed out on breakfast. "I'll find something," she replied.

Clearing, from the fort


When I felt a mounting heavy head, I cleared myself from the bustling and frowning people, the strain of duty while guest and children were round and and about. Tracked back my steps and emerged in the open shy to view blotting walls. Headed for the opening and crossed the drawbridge of fort in its tranquility till then the attraction which, draws to glance down the deep cleft, the kitchen on the right, the water wall on the left, didn't reveal its symbolic value. I came up to the driveway, and strolled up the dirt road. A
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while later coming out of the bends, I sought the wayside bush for the shy hollow and sign marking the way. Found my way down the leading stairs, and the familiar paved foot path coming from up front. I turned for the ocean, around the building. While opening the farm gate, I noticed through the distance swell of garden shrubs and flower Victoria in a thinker's position on a swing chair consoling herself in the still ocean. I didn't think it right to stir her tranquility, and behind her entered the veranda. Relieved I wasn't spotted, I moved on through the desert kitchen, for the flight of stair that breaks the long room. Up on the landing I eased the door open and along the bed, pulled the duvet and fell on the mattress pulling the covers over my head blotting out daylight.

Getting ready
I dozed through noon dozing with the best moments on the wings of a breeze crossing my mind, bringing the past, the future, and the present moment returning every so often, scheduling my time which, was arranged with Nathan earlier at a moment when Dylan came from the bedroom doorway next to the fireplace. He moved up along the railing with a white shirt and said; "Try if this fits you." Dylan directed me down the stairs, to the door across the barrel vaulted corridor. The laundry was lit, at the moment a father left, having changed his baby. Found the bathroom, but didn't feel necessary to change there. Slipped into the creased white shirt, bottomed up a few, and took it off no sooner. Rising up the Two Way wide dogleg staircase, I came to meet the three pairs of my children darting me. Frowning, in turn, asked; "Does it fit." "Sure," I said. My reply surged doubt, and in a little discussion amongst themselves, about the sleek cut style. Dylan insisted; Nathan too wasn't assured, and sends me back underground. Loose over my jeans, I surged up to the floor, to hear their voices say; "OK It fits you nicely. and again at a moment when time wasn't the essence in my retirement, I returned from undressing with the shirt it in my hand. Dylan said; It just needs ironing." and Nathan added; "I'll bring it over in time for the ceremony. When Victoria entered the room, I anticipate that moment, and hear her exclaim; Ho you are here! I followed her by hear moving through the air, my senses on the alert. She moved behind me breaking the flood of daylight, until the night table, when she bends over, and pulled the covers to the discomfort of a light switching on in my darkness of my head. Slow and creepy she bends down, kisses me on my cheek, and stirs my nervous system, to say; Aren't you getting ready. I pulled the covers back, but my meditating was broken, and though in the dark, vivid I heard Victoria leave, to return no sooner, voices coming up the stairs. Victoria and quibbling with Anase who stormed into the room. Anase passed by the foot of the bed, calling after herself repeatedly; Mum! Will you get out of my room, to disappeared in the bathroom. The she Tiger and Wolf living by contrariety, in a jungle where the Warthog is hunted down for the delicatessen of his flesh. He gets away, like a ghost blessed by cultivating a versatility and scruple from the clumsy pounce of the Tiger Victoria, had another pray
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in sight, seeking out her daughter, insisting; I want you to put my make up on. The wild Wolf, in the giving Dog, her mother has the knack of bringing out in Anase and replicates; Why can you do it yourself. as the incessant quibbling whined down in the bathroom, I discreetly rose from bed. Dressed in the white shirt brought by Anase. I knotted the yellow tie and stepped out the room. Moments later I was out in on the front yard, and through the gate. I occurred to me heading along the foot trial up the slippery earthen steps; This is not the moment to fall. I no longer relied on my dancing footwork. Yet, tripping, the agility often came rescuing me from a fall. My thighs burning I rose to the road, and feeling I wasn't getting any fitter, gravity came like a relieve for the rest of the way to the fort. I emerged from the spiral staircase, the specter of my brother's grip on the camera with a large lens, the fixation on the drinking glass and measuring light moving objects on the dressed table, I stepped up to the stranger with sleek black hair ties back in a ponytail. He greeted with that brotherly familiarity and exchanged a few words over photography. In need to break away, I said; "...my brother has taken South African celebrities," and stepped away from him doing his job, saying, what came through my mind, ... and Hilary Clinton. He wasn't impressed, and with reason, when I saw in the following weeks upon my return home, his catalog that spelled a stunning professionalism. I walked up to Nathan and exchanged a few word, when my hand stroked over my face, and realized I hadn't shaved. I turned heels, tracking back my steps to the lodge and into the room. My hand slipped through saloon doors, and I followed in and after, to lay sight on Anase seated at the dressing table, portrayed in the mirror a few last touches, and in collusion, Victoria stood by. I fetched my brown shaving bag that had seen the world, and off I went. Next door, I entered the room, and no sooner stepped out, found the bathroom outside on the landing, where I slipped out of the shirt. Close shaved and returned to the bedroom. As I centered the knot of the yellow tied, the girls came out in a fine makeup. We stepped out onto the landing, and borrowing the way back, meet Nathan walked up the road. From talking distance he said; "I came to get you. The ceremony starts is at one thirty.

Too few hands, for children


One back inside the galley of stone and wide arches breaking up the space, the previous evening's faces around the barbecues reappeared. Dylan strolled by groomed in a light gray suit, and unlike the other guest in a white shirt and yellow tie, unlike his best man strolling by the barrel of a canon window light silhouetting the flower arrangement. Oddly, against the hewn stone abutment, a buggy magnetized me. Approached, to sight a baby boy buckled up. I came to stand by dwindling time away, overlooking the lounging area and amidst parent with boys in suits and angelic little girls. Squinted at the baby boy while everything went through my head, why he shouldn't by tied down, the parenting warmth of my arms and chatting to all along, rather breaking my back carrying my daughter than an impersonal convenience.
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Mothers round about in time dissipated, to be left deducted by the last fatherly figure with a little girl in his arms, I asked around; "Where are his parents?" The question was out of line, and in total ignorance of the little boy. By then I was bending over growing a feeling of discomfort from interfering into a stranger's lifestyle, turned to the little boy, repetitive getting closer, I asked him; Which of those mothers is yours which of those fathers is yours. the little boy spoked back, wiggling ever so agitated to get out from being tied down by the safety belt; "You want to get out, don't you?" while I searched for a parent leaving the crowd, I got in return a smile and fixation from the little boy that can melt any heart. "Who are you?" I inquired, and lend him a finger, to occupy him. That soon followed by my hand with fingers playing spider. Yet, after a short break, he begun to wiggled again; saying; 'I want to get out of this wretched thing. My new born daughter taught me the silent language the muscles ceased from a prolonged position, came with the pleading octave of a cry, unlike another. I picked up and after a simple turn around she went back to sleep. The little boy's stress, his face wrinkled up short of crying and send me a message. I glanced around, but there were no concerned parents in view. I unlatched the belt, and called to the man with his daughter behind me; "I'm going to be held up for kidnapings." He just smiled. Getting no reply to so many questions, and in utter dismay, feeling for him to move about, I heaved him out to stand by in the limelight an audience lounging about. In time, and in disbelieve that no parent came to claim the forgotten baby, I turned in circles that widened my vision. With sight into every and far out retrieve to no avail. When from the doorway next to the fireplace behind the stone wall where Kate was getting reading for her wedding a pair of parents after catching a mischief run away boy and girl. Each parent had their hands full, leaped to the middle along the railing that guards the void of the stairway to the lower floor the scene of an Oedipal and Electra complex, and a situation that the parents reasoned to control, swiftly vanished where they came from. The little boy in my arms kept me occupied answering his generous smiles to about anything and everything as a wizard I could say symbolic, in exchange of my own grandchild, to who I had become a stranger. When the woman in all her elegance for the occasion came from behind the sturdy pillar blotting the doorway to the kitchen, at arms with her little boy. I hadn't established which wife went with which husband, and even more difficult which child belonged with which couple. People's pelt of the before-and-after the barbecue were figures in the passing who left me just as perplexed. The woman came up to me, and by her sudden surprise, she came a long way to exclaim; Ho you are looking after my baby! For the mother I had rescued her baby from the devastated collapse to rubble of the massive archway to rubble. On a reconstructed scene, between the massive pillars, were she came to be standing. I repeated; Don't worry, he is fine, while the mother's eyes were sparkling with relieve. I couldn't break her guilt, saying; He is so good there is no problems keeping him, little by little she accepted the help I brought her. The specter of Dylan in the father who followed with his daughter at arms, he wasn't as
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surprised accepting that his baby boy was in the arms of a stranger, with a soft smile stretching his slips. He came to stand beside to his wife in support, their backs to massive pillar, overlooking the lounging area. Gradually, I recollected the scene, each member ghosting to their seat on the day of my arrival. They were a family, and in all expectation that Jessica, Kate's sister, the daughter's grandfather, Henri granted, anyone of their clan had an eye on their baby boy.

Wedding, theater
Accepting that their baby boy was no trouble with me, I seemed to have walked in their wake for moved off to the chapel area in the front embracing the stone masonry to the shy spiraling stair that juxtaposed the exit door to the cleft of a moat around the fort. Voices called me. Victoria insisting I take a seat, while she occupied the aisle seat of a few isolated row that left me no passage to the adjoining next two in the row chairs. A few rows further toward the front, and becoming obvious much later, orthodoxly the families were split and uneven in numbers of five seats to the row. I spotted Anase marking her place in our family, at either side, Emma; Nathan's wife and Nathan's mother; Liam. The voices which, calling out and pointing to the front. Seeming logic, further upfront Nathan alone in the second row from the front. With the little boy in my arms, I wiggled my way past him to be seated, to notice by the adjoining family the front row vacant, and the baby boy's parent had vanished, while I sought to be seated.

The registrar
Moments before Kate in her white long dress came down the aisles with a floor sweeping trail, the baby boy's father, his mother, brother and sister completed the front row seating. Kate moved up to stand by Dylan's side, where her three boys joined her from the front row that stretched further along the front of the pillar than the populated seating behind. Dwarfs in Dylan's matching suit, from the lineup on her side, bar the youngest, full of mischief the grandson I shared with Henri became a reality got out of hand, affording himself the assurance of two brothers thwarting off an excess of attention by the love of parents under the stern gaze of the registrar's assistant who spoke spelling out to the guest the procedures. The assistant left the platform limelight, moved over to a desk in the left corner. A man appeared in her place, stiff in a white collar and dark suit, the registrar with his words didn't bring himself that sprightly wish center of attention It went over to the couple led by the Jinni from the civil servant through the ceremony lamp of wishwithout the religious frills that had power cultivated such hate between the people and modeled politics.
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After the registrar, Kate and Dylan repeated in turn, with the guests present assured to witness their vows. The registrar turn to the boys, asking; "Who do you wanted your mother to live with. "Dylan, each little voices said, to the amazement and extend the children were integrated into parents' affairs. Kyraan stepped forward, he presented a shell, and opened it from which were fetched each ring and so grew the birth of a symbol, impregnated like an electronic chip with the data of their vows to shine in the future the magic spell of a Jinni karmic golden dust to live like a ghost for ever, or until the rings are melted dissipating like confetti in the wind these vows into another mold the registrar concluded; "You are husband and wife."

Music chairs
The harp with angelic fingers stroking the cords, which I kept in the corner of my eye, a representation of the soul's biorhythmic cords that gives us the impression that everything we don't see is filled with mysteries and it is no other than our existence and prays that makes us the puppets of destiny. Each side flows from the row of angelic chairs, the mind ignored by now, to leave space in the nutshell of the brain for the upcoming intrigues the families intermingling through the aisles and upstream to the rear where where white skirted tables beneath an umbrella of white ostrich feathers, name tags mark each place setting. In obeyed the tables populated through the middle area of the galley. I moving up to Victoria, led by a sense of logic structure in the chaos of our lives. Seat on her right, and at a glance, beyond Nathan occupying the place at her other side. Around the curved leading edge of the infinity of a circle, Emma followed, then Anase, and a lonesome figure The man's shifty eyes were going to preoccupy me for the rest of the evening, as he skipped my regard, but kept falling on Anase who grew shy in her late teens by the address of an older man. As mysterious the man appeared, he turned out to be Dylan's friend, with attention and only addressing women around the table, to who he repeated, "I'm a carpenter of bodies!" While, on my right, a couple of chairs remained vacant, The man got to explain with surgical near experiences as if he had severed the couple from honored their commitment and keep the gap open between him and me.

Small; a together sense


In my line of vision through the crosshairs of Nathan and Emma's shoulders, at the next door table, I fell on Liam facing me and Dylan's circle while niggled with the empty seats, I'll get to learn later in the evening that Dylan had shared a friendship too, with his ex-girlfriend, Gisele. At Liam's right, Kyraan seat bar, next to his wife, yet he stood in retrieve, and the best man had been standing for a while, before he moved on coming around in the canon-split
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light along the stone wall behind Dylan, to stand between Dylan and Kate unfolding a pile of sheet of paper and throwing his speech flying to the floor. I the axis of my line of sight, Kate's father at the far distant table had stood up to leave his clan circling the table behind. To take the spot in the light of the overexposed flower arrangement to a mere few fading stalks. Kyraan steps back from Henry, the Pisces I had always admired for their skills in human relation, in which I was nil. After Kate's father, spoke a few words. It will be a while while with an an idle mind, to realized we were on equal footing and lucky for I am spared maybe this has to do that no evil shall be spoken, and no one led astray of mined rocks to be blasted way for foundations and grown since with construction men till New York's skyscrapers unless, it goes in pair with my vision attending one of my sons' wedding. And, one day memories faded the occurrence from pinpointing, when Dylan told me about his secret wedding to Dawn his first wife for two years. The pieces always fall, its a matter of time for the puzzle of the mind to picture. So much preparation went into getting to this reception, that the speech I wrote for the occasion in my vision, and stood before a crowd filling a large tent, is left stowed amongst my tens' of thousand of file date stamped in my laptop. While dinner was served, with the clearing, the scarecrow woman with the caretakers left me an unexpected smile and no sooner vanished. Victoria came from another world, leaning over to rest her head on my shoulder spelling troubles, possessed by an additional two glasses of champagne from the couple who ghost in the seats between me and the surgeon. She went on whispering; I love you. I had no words for a mounting frustration, that she resolved afterward lifting her wine glass for a top-up. I merely had a bottom left, while the white wine circulated at the other hemisphere of the table. Picked up the bottle of Pinotage which, is tasted with the the nostrils, and taste buds in small sips. When Nathan pointed, making the connection with his flight from South African and the bottle, to my regret, I poured the bottom in Victoria's glass. A short while later, I didn't believe her when she stood up saying; I'm tipsy. Victoria's specter remained behind at the shy spiral staircase to the roof, indifferent to the man and woman who were setting up equipment in the shadow of the registrar, his attendant and the couple to be married in the midst of a few boys. I saw my absence for a while, when over my right shoulder the angelic dressed chairs were gone, and a circular table had taken the spot. Little she was, Victoria in the habit of downing twice that amount, and against my two glasses before the fumes rise to mind. She's a big girl; I thought and switched preoccupied with the man and woman dismantling the platform of the wedding stage. As doubt grew, I could only imagine and from the magic of folding equipment, Disc Jockeys' surged. In the spectrum of sight, and hollow of the floor, children were called up and with a few parent about games holding the evening to themselves. The men were called to the musical chair, of which at the loss of my muscle tissues, I was first pushed out the game, and Dylan taking it over his best man, Kyraan. Initiated the rhythm when children standing up under the shade of disco lights the next generation were gradually into dancing their music away. Music gravitated the generations, until Kate's eldest boy and a
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girl oddly surpassing everything I knew till then held good a choreography that belonged to them for the night. The mood seeming for the night, they too where the specter of their generation tiring out to vanished from the midst of adults taking to the floor in skimpy doses and interchanging along time. When I remarked amongst the few adults that where into the shakes, a generation that was mine, Anase remarked and said; It's only us left. She who had refuted the idea of dancing, in Kyraan one watched the soul of compatibility in the symbiotic Pisces and Goat come to good. Anase grew into the music that circulating in Kyraan's veins. Him and his wife were a spectacle initiated changing partners that had no age starting off with the children. He brought where I failed, rejected earlier brought Anase out of hers Virgo self-pride. Once there, like father like daughter, Anase danced the night away, while insisting and holding on her brothers. Through the rock-and-roll rhythm I jumped back to Lynnet Sher's twenty first birthday party, rocking the night away with the girl that was going to become Nathan and Dylan's mother.

Drawbridge, cleft of time


At midnight the music stopped, and we joined seats that weren't ours, and plenty to spare. The DJs' packed up, and with my thoughts, I succumbed to tiredness. Rose and took my black denim jacket from which for one evening I changed my looks from the pelt of neglect I which I lived comfortable always ready to tune-up an old engine, or stand in pouring concrete. Hooked on my index with the loop of the collar and swung over my shoulder, I headed for the night, checking my flashlight, and phone in the pockets, I faced a dilemma that couldn't be ignored. While seeking by sight a round about way out the galley, only the middle path proved feasible, without making a fool of myself. I conditioned myself, while having sight on Liam's back seated on the aisles chairs of the circular table in the specter of a chapel display and the bare dance area to my escape. Liam was surrounded by Anase and her sisters-in-law loosely scattered form an intense conversation who earlier I had wishing with the remaining crowd a good night. My passage was marked by the massive pillar with a long past that wasn't going to budge under my mental powers history proven. I selected the soft target, and in the passing with a squint over Liam's head, I said; Good night Liam. In my run up, I didn't wait for a reply, though hypersensitive to the karmic perspiration of exuding spirit the Rat in her, had melted down the Libra's hunger for revenge. My Warthog, too busy into the future, wasn't aware of the slightest move, or the balloon a floating thought in pursuit of my life. It was the moment she had chosen to rectify past deeds, and in that respect, though in the momentum of skepticism, Anase came in and abreast stepped along, when I questioned myself; Was ignored, or simply unheard. "I didn't ignore Liam," I said; "I just..." without finding words to fill in the abyss without bottom if ever I begun to think back. My behavior ran along with me, tracing my way toward the spiraling staircase and turning in circles to emerge on the roof. I front of me the gap to the drawbridge in the shadows of a soft light but, it is in the dark abyss of time that lies the symbol of this journey. Little of the sturdy weathered wooden platform, with a heavy protective railing for men and horses that lay across the abyss of my past changed as the dark stone paving of my path drew on to a few treads. On the driveway I switched on the flashlight, and
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moved on childish in the beam of light brushing the dirt road the interstellar vacuum of the night distilling my whole existence into the awesome virgin jungle of a childhood school vacation that I shared with town streets in a splash of Indian ink orientated by a vista of wayside bush toward the lighter sky at the sound of my leather soles crushing the coarse volcanic sand. While I wished the moment never to end, too soon, I arrived at the road side hollow. Followed the trail the jungle foliage brushing shoulders, to emerge in a clearing coming up to the sprightly white gable. Around the cottage, on a changed continent dominating my adult life. I unhooked the sling of a thick rope and pressed the gate to swing away. Closed the gate behind, Opened and closed doors moving through the gleam of plastic and veranda glass closures. Fake and living by the brightly lit kitchen. After a reflection of an earlier promise to the caretaker. I sought a pen, and traced my way by the specter of her presence in the corner over a sheet of paper. Mine laid ready since early morning, and scribbled; 08hr45. The flight of stairs amazed me by the break of volume making the large room cozy, yet, I rose to the top facing the night monster, which in the candlelight of my childhood reflected the jaws and claws of the night peering with anamorphic bigs eyes at the window. The sentinels of doors stood by, and while Victoria was peaceful, in fear of the waking the Tiger, without a the door to my room opened, which I immediately closed on account of the animals. I no sooner peeled off my clothes, chucked them on the chair and checked the air circulation for a comfortable and mind refreshing night, and slipped under covers. A moments later setting the alarm niggled in mind, and to have peace with my conscious, I got up and set the time. I wake up at the sound of the alarm!

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