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Show 231 "Plus you're the answer to my dreams." "Your what? Then I call it all off." 1 only smiled, I would have plenty of time to tell her about my dreaming, to tell her that she was my lost fields and meadows: beautiful, peaceful, fertile to my soul. That she was love for my love and faith for my faith. That after the corporeal dream of acting on stage, she was the reality worth returning to. I looked into her real, grey eyes: "Are we agreed?" "Oh, all right, anything to stop this silly talk." Deeper waters at last! She kissed me and I kissed her, everywhere: our lips gave mouth to our mute flesh. For the third time we fitted our individual motion together and it was like flying higher and higher to a new found land. Then the shuddering fall. I knew it meant something beyond sex too, I had always known with her, but what still escaped me. We applied for a license from the State of Illinois to marry, went to Dr. Bernstein for health tests (he beaming upon us like the god Hymen), notified our next of Colorado kin and our friends here and there. Together we looked into the future, to New York where she could work as well as in Chicago until the baby came, and when it came could stay home and draw again, maybe paint again, for herself. In that other city I would study The Method and take courses in dramatic literature. At |