Tour

I liked the army system. Taught me organization. The masses all here, in an envelope of names, but these foreign letters were getting; much too foreign for my-studies. I need a map. How to read the Map? That was the Jesus-walk. Map reading. I studied the trail; and how it wore and changed over the short-years, as compared to; "hundreds but they ride like thousands"; a mass of dark-spot; on glaring-white hilly sand; a cloud of dust and high/low strangers; in the bright wide valley-distance, men on horse back; "The Wild Bunch", sons of summon-riches - on horses a gallop; and the trail did wear considerably, in a decade; and change somewhat. The exactness of the trail. I walked the trail every day for ten years or near-enough. Invisible before the masses. But no-Christ was I; or I had a different where.

But again I digress. I spent the rest of my time in Israel, shore-side in Tel Aviv. Probably most of January, just into February. Across the street from my hostile was the too-out-of-sight Mediterranean, in-mist and the shore; down the embankment; a restaurant with square roof top, a patio veranda with outdoor umbrellas, sticking crookedly from holes in the centers of round deck tables; and deck chairs; all folded now for the winter. And looking across the opposite way; the two lane street; to my hostile; a painted brown, muted on stucco, of great light absorption and coolness. It was two story, with very large theater-like, arched doorway; with a large square gaping, black broken out window above; and below going into vestibulian stairways immediately right and left; wide five steps up to the wall, left fourteen climbing steps, to the railed-landing.

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