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Show 41, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 4] "Put it on a back burner, and come up yourself-" "It's not quite that easy, but. . ." The little zeet-zeet cry of a gull, disturbed on this remote part of Key Largo, and it was like an old pirate-time, and they were on their knees, digging at their land. Alternately. The beautiful golden and dark children of the Florida Keys. And with some of the boys Clayton himself almost dangerously down inside the sink, when the girls teased 'Mr. Clayton', and- her enchantments-he looked up to see that she'd gotten a car; his handsome young bride came running and he thought he felt, for an instant, the earth's empathy to the girl, a relationship between her fine bulk, between the sweet waters of her body and what just might lie in the old husks of this land. And at a sound so subtle it could have been the shifting of limestone in train oil, whale oil, they scrambled clear, and as she forked her arms down at the old well the bubbling came, fresh water, and a mirror for her bright face, bewitching. THE END |