ACT 8
And as I came around the corner of the building one last time,
I saw embedded in the wall a Shell, a Pearl, a Canoe, a Ship,
a Mast, a Spine, a Spiral,
I saw the footprints of a dog. Magic? Magic?!!
DOESN’T SHE GET TO HAVE MAGIC ALL THE TIME?
And you leaned forward to me from your garden, even as people
streamed past you to the abyss where they would lie down for the
final peaceful sleep, the fumes from the earth ...
And you said that single word, that precious word
And it hung in the air like a drop of dew
It was AN INVITATION TO BE WELL.
And we said ...

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