Summer of Love

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OOC: This thread is completely open – I especially invite “newbies” or writers I’ve yet to have the pleasure of writing with to join, but all are welcome. Start when you want, drop when you like. All I ask is that you respect other writers and have fun!


Background: Haight Ashbury is actually an intersection of two streets in San Francisco. Beginning in 1964, a group of young people began to gravitate towards this neighborhood. They believed in living against the standard norms of the day. They pushed the boundaries of society. They listened to music their parents hated. Their clothing was strange and unusual. They came to be known as “hippies”. Eventually, this small area of San Francisco started to grow and swell as more and more young people came to the city and found refuge and solace here.

The actual neighborhood is quite small: just 5 city blocks that stretched along Haight, beginning at the end of Golden Gate Park and ending at Buena Vista Park. Along this street hippies would gather, work in various shops, or hang out in the apartments above those shops. Numerous bands were just getting started, and had “pads” in the neighborhood – Grateful Dead lived on Ashbury, and Janis Joplin lived not far from the neighborhood.

Hippie Hill, located at the very eastern edge of Golden Gate Park, and the official beginning of Haight Ashbury, was the central meeting place and social gathering spot. Not really a hill, it is a slope that leads into the park and has plenty of shady spots where people can gather to talk, to play their guitars, to sing, to drop out. Just north of Haight is part of Golden Gate Park called the “Panhandle”. A narrow strip of park, it is here that many bands who reached enormous success, such as Jefferson Airplane, put on free concerts. Also, many protests were held here, as well as free meals given to those newly arrived.

For the most part, the neighborhood was peaceful. Charles Manson had a house just off of Haight – but his notoriety was as yet unknown. The community was small enough so they pretty much most knew most people, although newcomers were welcomed always.

The height of the community was reached in early 1967. However, in April of that year, there was an announcement that the upcoming summer would be called “The Summer of Love”. This swelled the ranks of the neighborhood to more than 100,000 people. “The Summer of Love” brought about the destruction of Haight Ashbury, and bands such as the Grateful Dead soon left for good. Many of the residents moved on as well, and the one of the strangest sub-cultures to hit America ended.

This is a story of that neighborhood, before its ultimate demise. When hippies truly believed they could tune in and drop out, when drugs were a part of everyday life, and the music was life’s blood to most who resided in the neighborhood. There was still an innocence that the establishment could be changed, that people could live outside of society’s boundaries without society intruding – they would soon be proved wrong. But, for now, peace, harmony, and love reigned supreme.

It is April 1967, and the announcement of the “Summer of Love” has just been made. No one knows of its impact on the neighborhood, but all are willing to open themselves to love – in any form that love takes.


Additional OOC: When people would come to Haight Ashbury, they often rejected the names their parents had given them and chose to use other names instead. Sometimes those names were ones they chose or were given to them based on their personality. Hippies were very peaceful, as a whole, and shied away from violence. (there were exceptions, yes) If violence entered the neighborhood, as it sometimes did in the event of race riots, hippies would congregate in Buena Vista Park, the eastern-most boundary of the neighborhood, so as not to be included in the melee. Also, depending on how this thread develops, I may interject as “Narrator” to announce free concerts, protest rallies, or other events that would have affected the neighborhood. If you want more information than what is contained here, please feel free to PM me and I will be happy to point you to web sites that give a good deal of information on Haight Ashbury during the time 1964 – 1968.
 
She stepped off the bus at the entrance to Golden Gate Park and looked around. A smile crept across her face as she realized all that she had imagined over the past few months was becoming real.

It was Easter Sunday, 1967, and Lisa Johnson had just arrived in the part of San Fransisco known simply as "Haight Ashbury". All around her men and women with long hair, old clothing, friendly smiles passed her on their way into the park. Lisa hefted her bag across her shoulder and began her trek down Haight.

She was in awe of everything she saw - everything so much different than where she had come from. It was incredible and intoxicating!

Lisa had just turned 18 last month, and just 5 days ago she had packed up whatever would fit in the canvas bag she carried and bought a bus ticket to San Fransisco. She had gotten a lot of stares along the way from her small home town in Iowa, but now she was glad of it. As the multi-colored skirt swirled about her ankles, and the white peasant blouse draped over shoulders, Lisa felt like part of the crowd. The colorful vest she wore and the suede lace-up boots only added something more. Her long blonde hair reached just below her waist and her clear blue eyes tried to look everywhere at once.

Lisa was slight, but sturdy enough, yet still she felt she had to fight the throngs of people walking about the street. She was looking for an address - some place on the 1300 block of Haight. Her best friend's brother had come here last year and had a pad there. He said Lisa could crash there until she could get something going for herself.

The Sunday was beautiful, if not just a little cool, and everyone seemed to be out on the sidewalk. Many were sitting, talking, a few had guitars and were strumming them as they sang songs they had written themselves. Lisa noticed several people heading across Haight, and she wondered what was happening. Looking for a friendly face, she smiled at a girl not much older than she with long black hair, and stopped her.

"Hey, can you tell me where I can find 1310 Haight?"

The girl looked at Lisa and smiled.

"It's right up ahead, on the left. You're new here, right?"

"Yeah, um, just arrived."

"Groovy. Hey, you should go up to the Panhandle first, get yourself something to eat first. They feed the new arrivals there every Sunday. Peace!"

And suddenly she was gone, just as a mist. Lisa shrugged her shoulders and crossed the street. She found the Panhandle easily enough - it seemed everyone was there! The smell of food met Lisa's senses and her stomach rumbled. It had been a number of days since she'd eaten anything more than a quick sandwich. She walked up to a line, not even certain what they were serving, and waited her turn.

When she got up to the front, a woman in her 20s fixed up a plate for her.

"So, where are you from?"

"I'm from Iowa," Lisa answered, anxious now to eat.

"Wow, long way. What's your name?"

"Lisa, Lisa Johnson."

The woman laughed softly.

"No, not the name the establishment gave you - the name that describes the true inner you!"

Lisa looked confused, not quite sure how she was to respond. The woman reached out and stroked Lisa's hair, and held a lock up to the sunshine.

"Starshine....yeah, Starshine is what describes you. Just tell the people here your name is Starshine."

"Um, thanks."

Lisa, er Starshine's mind was racing as she turned to go. She found a spot on the grass, and dropped her bag. Sitting cross-legged, she dug into her food, looking around at the others passing her by.
 
Earthsong had been sitting on the grass just behind the new girl. She noticed that she looked out of place, and uncomfortable, but she was a beauty who radiated peace. Earthsong raised to her feet, smoothed her hands against the denim of her jeans, and went to join the girl. Earthsong had come to Haight Ashbury two years before and found the community to be very welcoming and had spent her time there writing essays for magazines about various equality issues. She was sure this new girl would be welcomed and would get along nicely.

She sidled up to the girl and sat next to her. "Groovy blouse!" she said with a smile. Their blouses were similar, though Earthsong's hand no sleeves. Earthsong's hair fell down her back to her waist. She gathered the hair in her hand and pulled it over one shoulder. "So, you're new here? My name is Earthsong? What is your name?"

She rummaged through her bag and pulled out a joint she had prepared for such an occassion, though no one needed an occassion. She grabbed a lighter and looked at the new girl quizically.
 
Treebranch

He looked up from playing his guitar and smiled as he took in the endless expanse of friendly, like-minded faces around him.
He had been Jeff Framingham, from Alabama, one of four kids before he came to the Haight. It had all begun with music, and once he picked up a guitar, he never looked back. The underground music of the day affected him somehow; he found a better self in it, a more complete self. It had showed him just how much he had missed at home in Alabama, and he came here, where the music was growing, evolving, and changing.
When he arrived, he found more than just music and even people digging the music. He found a lifestyle, a model of better living, and it had been his life ever since. He volunteered around the community wherever he was needed, and spent most days right where he was today. Now, at 21, he found himself sitting under a tree in the Panhandle, strumming a six string, and watching what could quite possibly be the most beautiful girl he had ever seen sitting on the grass. She was eating (very quickly, obviously hungry) and looking around wide eyed, feeling the energy and warmth of the crowd.
He set the guitar against the tree, stood, and began to walk slowly towards the new girl. She saw him out of the corner of her eye, and watched him as he approached.
"Hi." He smiled as he extended his hand to hers. "They call me Treebranch. And you are?"
 
Howdy

Windstone strolled along the street, his shirt undone all the way and his muscular torso exposed to all the fine ladies around the area. His walk was slow, making sure any lady that looked got an eyeful of his muscles. He eyed a new girl as she walked out of the panhandle, his eyes following her as he turned and headed up an alley to his pad.

"Damn what a beautiful day," Windstone muttered as he opened the door and pulled the joint from his stash and lit it up, leaving the door open for any neighbors who wanted to come over and chill.

Windstone, or Stone as most called him, sat in his favorite chair, kicking his feet up on the coffee table and took a toke from his joint, inhaling deeply and holding it, smiling and glancing around before letting it bellow from his lungs.
 
Starshine

She hadn't realized how hungry she was until she had taken her first bite of food. Suddenly Starshine was ravenous! She knew she must look as she felt - starving - yet she could not help herself.

Movement in front of her caused her to raise her eyes as a young dressed in jeans and a top similiar to hers sat down opposite. Swallowing quickly, Starshine tried to regain her composure and overcome her natural shyness.

"My name is Li-um, I mean, Starshine," Starshine briefly lowered her eyes before looking up again. "Yeah, just got here a short time ago."

Her eyes got big as she watched the other woman casually pull out a joint and bring it to her lips. Starshine remembered one day last Fall when her friend's brother shared a joint with them - but they done it in the basement, and were scared to death. Starshine was amazed at the boldness, yet she still recalled the feeling of euphoria she had felt, and she smiled.

"This place is so groovy - so much better than I expected it to be! How long have you been here, Earthsong?"

Before the other woman could give an answer, Starshine noticed a man walking up to them. Her heart thudded, and she felt warmed by so much attention. As the man introduced himself, Starshine caught the accent as being from somewhere in the South, and she smiled at the softness of it. Taking the hand offered to her, she smiled up at him.

"Hi! I'm Starshine, and this is Earthsong. Why don't you sit down and crash for a while?"

Starshine smiled to herself. She was going to like the Haight, yes, she was going to like it quite a bit.
 
Cassiapia

"Hey Babe, you wanna join our Be-In?, It's gonna shine, cool and groovy". A young youth called as Cas walked through Buena Visa Park. The group of young people sat painting thier faces and weaving garlands listening to a small transistor radio. Her calico hand stiched poncho swirled as she turned to greet the youth. She stopped to smile at him, her own face adorned with purple and yellow grease paint flowers, looking into his spaced out eyes and taking the reefer he offered in a gesture of friendship and sharing.

Drawing on the bulging roll-up she drew on it taking a hit, her head lifting instantly as she fought the urge to cough. Smiling back at him she laughed gaily, "Hey brother, peace", she replied. The cordial accepted greeting passed frequently amongst the flower people. A girl sitting by them stopped and looked up passing her a marigold, plucked from one of the parks gardens. 'Have the power of a flower', she said dreamily. Cas took the orange bloom and smiled again, smelling it she slipped int into her hair behind her ear. The radio was playing began to play Scott McKensie and the group of youths instantly took up the song.

'I can't stay , though I love to Be.", she continued to the youth, 'There's a rally on down at the SDS and we're gonna lobby the Uni in protest of the attacks over Hanoi, you guy wanna come and hang out too', she asked.

'Whatcha say brethren', the youth called back, 'We gonna go down and tell Johnson and his Generals to quite this unhip War'

'You betcha !', the group replied rising to thier feet and walking onwards towards the university buildings, their voices soaring to the verses of 'If you come to San Francisco' as they walked.
 
Earthsong smiled at Treebranch. "Sit on down, Treebranch. We were just relaxing.' She took a hit and held her breath in as she passed the joint to him. Exhaling she looked at Starshine. "I've been here two years, Starshine. Two wonderful years. You will love it here. Everythings real, and everybody's got love here, ya know?"

Treebranch took a hit and passed it to Starshine who put down her food to tentatively take it from him. "It's okay, girl, we all share here," Earthsong smiled and closed her eyes humming a dissonant tune. The air was fragrant and heavy with the heat of the afternoon. She inhaled deeply as the burgeoning feeling crept through her body.

On the backs of her eyelids she still could see Starshine, the beautiful new girl. She smiled and hummed a bit louder.

"Hey Earthsong," Treebranch said, "how 'bout I play some so that you can keep a tune?" She laughed and nodded.
 
Giles Goat-Boy

"Here you go, man. Here you are. Yeah, cool. Hey man, here. No, it's free. Yeah, right, Happy Easter!" Giles wandered slowly into the park, stopping frequently to hand out the small newspaper. It wasn't much of a job and paid accordingly. But not much of a job was just what he wanted. Plus, getting paid to meet and make friends just by handing out mimeographs had to be the coolest thing ever. A lot better than being Barry Dorman from Sausalito. Now his curly brown hair hung to his shoulders, and nobody yelled at him to get a haircut or wear something else besides that goddamn t-shirt or to get rid of those sandles. He was doing his own thing now, and it was pretty good. Most of the time.

"Here you go," he said, handing a copy of the Rainbow Days to a couple sitting cross-legged on the grass.

"Thanks, man," said the girl. "Is the concert schedule in here?"

"Yeah," Giles said, walking away backwards. "The clubs and coffeehouses are listed too. Always someone good playing at those. Peace!"

The couple returned his flashed V, and he turned back to his meandering. A group of people was leaving the park nearby, singing in ragged but happy unison. Probably going to the rally, he thought. Heavy. Maybe I'll go over later. Nah, too heavy for Easter. Fuck it. Whoa, nice chicks!

He moved toward a small rise, where two girls were listening to a guy play a guitar. Giles stopped for a moment, grooving on the music. "Blowin' In The Wind" he thought. He's pretty good. One of the girls started to sing along, and he approached and squatted next to the other. He smiled at them all, nodding at the musician who grinned and kept strumming, the girl smiling at him as she sang. He silently offered a copy of the Days to the blonde, who offered him a fat joint in return. He grinned and shrugged Why not?, put his bag on the grass and sat between it and the girls. This Summer of Love was definitely the coolest thing ever.
 
Starshine

She inhaled on the joint and promptly started to cough. A bit embarassed by her obvious lack of experience, Starshine glanced around anxiously. But rather than being condemned, Earthsong merely smiled and nodded. Starshine giggled then, knowing that acceptance into this community would not be a difficult matter.

Treebranch had brought his guitar over and was strumming softly as Earthsong picked up the tune. Starshine was amazed at the freedom, the easygoing nature of those around her. She began to sway with the music, and cautiously took another hit on the joint. Thankfully, she didn't cough this time, and felt the euphoric effects of the grass almost immediately.

Another man, handsome and easygoing, suddenly joined their group, passing out copies of some underground newssheet. He handed Starshine a sheet, and she handed him the joint. She watched as he sat down comfortably, inhaling the smoke from the joint as if he'd always done it. Starshine had a lot to learn, it seemed.

She looked at the newest addition to the group and smiled again.

"So, what are you called around here?"

Before he could answer, Starshine noticed a group assembling on the opposite end of the Panhandle. Raising her hand, she pointed towards them.

"And, do you know what they are doing down there?"
 
Introductions were made, and Treebranch sat down and tuned his guitar while the new friends passed around a spliff. Everything just seemed so surreal today, the sun was out, birds were singing, and Earthsong was humming slightly out of tune.;)

He teased her about it a little, then started strumming a Dylan tune. A few people started to gather to listen and sing along, and this just made Treebranch put a little more feeling into it. He looked the girls over as they swayed back and forth, lost in the music and the buzz from the joint. Both very, very attractive, but Starshine just had that certain naive, in-awe-of-everything, newborn deer look that made him want to melt. Earthsong he had seen around a few times, but had never really met. She seemed so at peace with her surroundings, like everyone here, and unable to conjure a negative thought. He hit the joint once more, then leaned back and continued playing. This summer of love is gonna be groovy, he thought.
 
Beane

mellow minds halt and lamely
stutter into field of hearts
glow with teeming smiles insanely
shudder mix of streaking laughter
through waving glass of fright
chase me into deepened gyres
inextricably murky stationary scribbles of imagination
departed slab of schist and mica
platform for arms of clay once mine--still mine?--
scratch the sky like brittle limbs
of fossiled oaks entranced toward dream isle
drowned crush of steel hushed
hues of echoes unforeseen


Mentally staggering, yet walking as normally as any of the other freaks gathered around, Beane found himself drawn to the guitar music--he could see the notes flowing from the sound hole of the instrument as the glassine fingers of the musician melded their way over the strings ... face flushed and blue-eyes starkly pinned behind his granny glasses, he shook his head and felt the long blond curls tumbling from his head, cascading past his shoulders like golden rain falling ... the heavy smoke fell like a blanket on the ground as Beane sat in one quick motion, too quick for the others lazily reclining on the lawn ...
 
"Them? Oh, they're going to protest the war. Very worthy cause, but I do my work in writing. If you want to join them...well, that's up to you." Earthsong continued to sing to the music and took another hit off the joint.

The buzz was taking peaceful refuge in her body. Everything was calm. "So, Starshine. Tell us about you. Why'd you come here to Haight Ashbury?"

She began to just hum with the music now, listening to the conversation swirl around her.
 
Cassiapia

The group of young people crossed the Panhandle picking up a few more people as they travelled, laughing and singing, passing the crudely rolled spliffs and joking merrily. To her this was what later would become known as the Summer of Love was all about.

About youth, about caring for ones fellow man. Protests against the unjust and dangerous policies fraught with danger that held the world on the knife edge.

What would later impact inspire an end to legal segregation, end the idea that you could send half-a-million soldiers around the world to fight a war that people didn't support, her brother amongst those who died so needlessly already at the age of 19, and highlighted the environmental issues that would later become a greater significance in the future.

Yes indeed niave, youthful and high spirited, strong headed and reckless and filled with almost childlike innocence blind to the establishment and it confining rules. Anything was possible if you tried.

Looking at the the young man walking next to her she smiled. 'Hi, I'm Cas, thats short for Cassiapia', The man smiled back laughing, 'Nice to meet you Cas,' he extended his hand .
 
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Giles

"The rally's gonna go on all day anyway," he said to the group. "Unless the pigs bust it up. Oh, my name's Giles." He grinned. "Giles Goat-Boy." The blonde had started to tell about herself, but stopped to stare uncertainly at him at this news. Earthsong burst out laughing, billowing a gout of smoke over Treebranch. Giles opened his mouth for a quick explanation, but just then a stoner abruptly flopped into their midst and sat swaying, staring at the guitar.

Giles gave him a once-over, but the guy seemed okay. Looked like he was tripping, so Treebranch's music should be just what he needed right now. "Hey man, you're really playing well," he said in encouragement. "You and her ever do any gigs together?Freedom Cafe's got an open mike every evening."

The joint came back around to him and he puffed as Starshine went back to Earthsong's question.
 
Starshine

"So, Starshine. Tell us about you. Why'd you come here to Haight Ashbury?"

The question bounced around her brain like an echo. Where did she begin? How much to say? Starshine was fast sinking into euphoria, and suddenly she felt comfortable. The afternoon sun dappling through the trees, the music from Treebranch's guitar filling her soul, the easygoing nature of Earthsong, and the intriguing smile of Giles all combined to make her feel quite at home.

She glanced up as another guy joined the group, casually sitting down obviously into the music. Starshine decided she like the easy nature of the people she had found herself surrounded by.

"Why'd I come here? That could be my whole life story," Starshine giggled, then put on a serious face. "Actually, I come from a small town in Iowa - don't ever worry about finding it on a map. Least, I've never found it. I felt stifled there, ya know?" Heads around her nodded, and she continued.

"I knew if I didn't get out of there, I would bust. But I just couldn't do the whole school, then college or marriage thing. Neither one felt right. Confining, like I was missing out on something bigger.

"So, I saved up whatever money I had, dropped out of school, and hopped on a bus. Here I am!" She smiled, noticing that Treebranch's eyes seemed to linger on her, and returning his look. "My best friend's brother came here a few months ago, and said I could crash at his place till I could find something of my own. I had no idea there were so many people here?"

As the joint came around, Starshine took a hit, and noticed how much more easy it was becoming. She felt loose, comfortable, and yet she also felt she was floating - like one of the bright fluffy clouds overhead.

"So that's my story. But now, I want to live free, as I believe we were meant to be, you know?"

Starshine leaned towards Treebranch as he broke into another song, as she smiled at Earthsong. Looking at Giles, she directed her question.

"So what is this Freedom Cafe? Sounds like it just might be the place for Treebranch and Earthsong's talent!"
 
Treebranch

"That sounds like a great idea! I'd really like to work out some stuff of our own though, keep covers to a minimum. I have a few things I've been working on, but they're just shadows of songs really. You think maybe you could stop by my pad later and we could jam?" Treebranch asked Earthsong. He had never played for a lot of people, but he was definitely looking forward to it. They would need a little preparation, but Treebranch didn't mind; they really did seem to have a good thing going together, and he was curious as to whether it would pan out.
 
"Groovy. You just tell me when, Treebranch." She laid back on the grass and listened to the music of the panhandle. People chatting, political activists making their way to the rally, the guitar, her own voice.

She giggled. "You know, I could be the next Melanie." She began singing the old favorite: "Look what they've done to my song..." They laughed and she quieted, relaxing into her own world. So at peace. She looked at Treebranch, Starshine, and Giles the goat-boy. Such acceptance and love in this place.

She stood, a bit unsteadily and giggled. "Well, Starshine. It was nice to meet you. You ever need a place to crash, come find me." She looked at Treebranch and winked at him. "Same goes for you...I'm off." She began walking to her house. She hummed a few bars of a song her mother used to sing to her. Time to take a nap and get to work on her next essay.
 
Beane


mined of stone and mineral
intoning gents sprinkle color threads
seeking shapes in darting truths
spawned from flames of vesuvious vortex
in shades of eidolons' aftermath of showers
silver rain drives in rings
'gainst bleating spires of meaty crosses


the joint passed around the circle several times before it was extinguished ... Beane managed to pull one of his owm from his kit bag and lit it, hoping that the metallic green and blue flames pouring forth didn't harm anyone else ... looking toward the pretty blonde girl, almost too wholesome looking for his taste, he could only smile and nod in her direction ... when she returned his look, a series of images spilled forth from her head, like bubbles from a child's pipe, and for that split second he could see her life story being told ...
 
Giles Goat-Boy

"Hey, thanks for the buzz," said Giles to Earthsong as she left. Maybe I'll catch up with you guys at the Cafe later." He looked around, suddenly itching to move. He knew if he sat still much longer, the pot would put him to sleep. Nothing wrong with snoozing on the grass, but he still had a handful of flyers to pass out.

"I think I'll go swing by the rally. Just to see how it's going on," he said, standing and stretching. "It's kind of cool to stand on the sidelines, decide then if you want to get more involved or not or just get a kick out of the squares getting pissed off. Anyone else feel like a walk? Starshine, you been to a peace rally yet?"
 
Willoughby

Willow arrived on the same bus as the blonde girl, and followed her on her odyssey. She entered the line at the Panhandle, taking her plate of food and settling not far from the blonde and her new friends.

Willow was short and small, her curly red hair a halo around her freckled face. Her hazel eyes seemed enormous, and she looked pale and delicate. But she was determined. This was what she wanted, to leave the home that had smothered her all these years and find LIFE.

She was also scared. It was April, 1967 and Willow was just barely 18. She had been a whiz in school and had skipped grades frequently. Finally, she was able to move away to the small State University just 100 miles from her parents. But it might have been a move to a new planet. Willow met new people, the Texas version of Hippies. She joined the Underground Paper and wrote rousing articles against the Establishment. She tried grass and enjoyed it so much, loving the way it made the everyday world drop away and a much more splendid life replace it. Weed was plentiful in the rooming house where she lived. So were men. Not hers, of course, but all the other girls had serious men, permanent men, who wander about at all hours. Her closest friends were two sisters living downstairs, Amy and Sue. They taught her so much, taking her under their wings and introducing her to the greatest people on campus.

She went home for Spring Break her freshman year and found her parents to be totally different. They were so dull, so.... establishment. They constantly harped at her for her long hair, her bell bottoms, her beautiful beads. Apparently, they did not believe in Peace, Love or Brotherhood. By the end of the week, Willow wondered how she had ever lived in that house.

She went back to school, and suddenly, it seemed that even school was a waste of time. She was spending her precious youth writing articles about the Dean's stupid proclamations, when the entire world was meeting in San Francisco to change life as they now knew it.

Willow felt sure she was meant to be there too. She said goodbye to her friends, hugging Sue and Amy especially hard, and caught a bus West.

Now she was here. Walking among real Hippies. Seeing people who would change the world, make a difference, and, hopefully, include her.

She watched them all, the pretty blonde and her new friends. She was particularly attracted to the new man, the latest arrival. He seemed to see the truth as he looked at them, he had eyes that looked into their minds.

Willow sat against her tree, watching, mesmerized, totally forgetting that she was new here and had no place to go.
 
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Beane

I flow in hollowed mountain again
chambers warm as leaving
and he who crossed my mirror
for reality incarnate
gained nothing better


His gaze shifting from face to face along with his buzz ... each one appearing as if encased in a bubble, bright and irridescent ... and this other one who joined the group, curly flaming hair and luminous green eyes, drew his attention ... there was this plane of existence upon which they all sat, but few were able to rise above in order to, in order to, in order, ... whatever ... Beane took the next proffered joint, drew in the most amazing drag and then passed it to the new one, the young hippy chick whose freckles blossomed brightly ... stars on a summer day ... she took it with a smile and as their fingers touched, he felt her spirit pass through into his body and he liked the feeling ... he smiled and felt the earth warm and just a little damp settle beneath him for a moment ...
 
Starshine

"Hope to see you later, Earthsong!" Starshine called out to her new found friend.

As she watched Earthsong disappear into the crowd, Giles voice entered her brain.

"It's kind of cool to stand on the sidelines, decide then if you want to get more involved or not or just get a kick out of the squares getting pissed off. Anyone else feel like a walk? Starshine, you been to a peace rally yet?"

She smiled up at Giles, and shook her head.

"No, I never have. I'd like to see one, though."

"C'mon, let's check it out."

Starshine looked over at Treebranch as she stood.

"You want to come with us and check it out as well? Maybe they can use the music!" Starshine giggled slightly - the first time she'd felt really happy since she'd left home.

She noticed the other one, the guy who had joined them last looking slightly beyond them, and she turned. The delicate girl with the red curls held her interest for a few moments. Something about her was ethereal - almost luminous.

"Hey, we should be going," Giles was standing near her.

She smiled up at him as she slung her back over her shoulder, then turned to the girl wth the read hair and smiled as well. "Hi" she barely breathed to the other girl, before she was swept away towards the rally.

On the way, she laughingly took a handful of flyers from Giles, and began to hand them out to people along the way. She noticed his somewhat surprised expression, but she only laughed.

She glanced back, hoping Treebranch might be following them. She had really enjoyed his music.
 
"You want to come with us and check it out as well? Maybe they can use the music!"

Treebranch snapped back to reality in a flash, having spaced out while playing. He took a moment to get his bearings and stood. He saw Starshine and Giles take off to the rally, and decided it would be best if he headed that way, too. He was liable to fall asleep if he zoned out like that again, and besides, he felt like stretching his legs.
"It was nice meeting all of you, I think I'm gonna head to the rally too. Peace." Treebranch waved and began to stroll. Giles and Starshine were a good deal ahead of him, but he was rather tall and could just make them out up ahead. He didn't really have to follow them, though; just head in the direction of the chaos and noise, that was probably the best idea.
 
Willoughby

Willow sat against her tree, watching as one by one, the group moved away. She closed her eyes and just inhaled the air, the sweetest, freest air she had ever found. She felt incredibly mellow and relaxed, not at all concerned that she was a stranger in a strange town. Instead, she felt as if she were right in the middle of the warmest family she had ever known.

She heard a noise near her and opened her eyes, surprised to see the blue-eyed boy near her. He was just watching her, seeming to read her mind. "It is fantastic, isn't it?", he said. Willow smiled at him, lacking the energy to answer, knowing he could read her silent thoughts. He continued watching her for a minute, then stretched out on the ground, his head in her lap, his eyes closing and the softest snore escaping his lips almost immediately.

Willow gave in to the desire to touch his golden hair and combed it with her delicate fingers, feeling the softness sliding over her skin. It felt like liquid gold, so smooth and shiny. The breeze was gentle, the day was beautiful and she was finally where she belonged. As she smoothed his hair, Willow felt completely at peace. She closed her eyes again, this time falling asleep.
 
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