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I meant to bring you one of the white flowers of the flowers you gave me Christmas, They are still in bloom!

[[stamped] HANNAH TILLICH [[/stamped]]

ah Jack, how beautiful you were. Now your body proudly carries you, You don't have to worry about yourselves anymore.

It was another "meal" out of time, red geranium and the "golden" wine and the "white" meal. You must have slipped it in at the half second, between breathings.(timeless) 

The ghost of mine (how could I tell) looked in at Esalem for a rememberance.. I fotografed [[photographed]] a dead deer there, It looked so beautiful, I forgave death forever. A hippie took me to a hippie-camp in the mountains, drunk and drugged, giving a dog wiskey, amidst [[strikethrough]] it [[/strikethrough]]them a very young couple who hung the rusty pots and pans they had found in the dump in an orderly fashion on a wall- piece of rock. They did the cooking for the miserable degenerates. Americans youth refusing to buy in the ten cent store the new plastisized [[plasticized]] world. They insisted on being poor, wallowing in waste. What they had intended to create was a new community-spirit but the vultures were already there, coming in to be fed, to [[strikethrough]] to [[/strikethrough]] be taken care of, to steal, to drink, to take drugs, to exploit!! I was disgusted... I had my first and only drug- experience (L.S.D.?) with doctor and friend. A male turned into a woman I did not lose my consciousness Iwas on "YOGA" and turned the drug off, when the black darkness tried to threaten me from the back. 
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