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Chapter Seven
Grass and Feather stepped out of the bus and looked around.  Some people had set up small grills or tables under plastic tarp tents next to their vehicle.  One car was completely painted, with different scenes and figurines glued onto shelves attached to the doors.  Flowers were stuck to the hood.  There were a few people milling about.  Feather could see some booths and a stage set up ahead.  A girl wearing a dark blue dress with starts painted on it and long dreadlocks stopped in front of them.  First gasping, and then smiling broadly, she called out Grass’ name.
Grass recognized her and they hugged.
-Hey Celeste, what are you doing here?!
Celeste grinned and said
-I’m hanging out with some friends.  How about you, man?  Wow, it’s so groovy to see you here.
Grass turned and beckoned for Feather to join their conversation.
-Well you see my friend, Feather, I was hitchhiking to California and she and Hendrix have helped me out.  But we lost Hendrix and we’re trying to find him now.
-Ohhh.  Hi Feather, I’m Celeste.
Celeste hugged Feather warmly, and a huge waft of marijuana hit Feather.
Celeste happily chattered about what she’d been up to since her last encounter with Grass.  They walked away from the parking lot, towards the woods.  Feather adjusted her backpack and smiled back to the strangers walking past.  It was almost as if they’d known each other for years, a cosmic family.  Celeste led them to the edge of the woods.  A few people were sitting in a semi-circle.  One woman was nursing her baby; two middle-aged men were drinking beer and playing chess.  The rest of the group were chilling to a cassette player and passing a joint around.  Celeste introduced Grass and Feather.  Grass took a hit and passed it to Feather, who did the same.  Feather said she wanted to walk around, and they’d meet up later.
The hills sloped gently and the orange yellow pink sun was setting.  The surroundings were so beautiful, evergreen trees sprinkled on the hills, a few campfires blurring like dragonflies in the distance.  Feather heard distant laughter and the silence of the wise trees.  She lay down on her back and gazed at the transforming sky.  The sun was melting into the landscape.

Hendrix declared that there was only one more mile left until they reached the site.  Rad and Shane stopped talking and Rad pointed at the sun.
-Look man, see that blood see it shining and dimming?  That’s our life.  He’s going to go somewhere else now.  So tonight we’re free.
Shane nodded like it was music and added
-But it’s us that are going to go somewhere else now.
Laughing, Rad asked Shane if he’d raided the contents of the breath mints can in the pocket of the door.
-What, you’ve got acid?
-Yeah, a couple tabs.  I’ve been saving them for sometime special.
-Man, that’s crazy.
The station wagon drove on, past the same lazy cows and never-ending fields.  Within fifteen minutes they found a space and got out.  Hendrix immediately saw Feather’s bus and pointed it out to Rad and Shane.
-I’ll go see if she’s there or if there’s a note.
Rad and Shane drifted off, having spotted old friends.  Although Hendrix didn’t find a note or Feather, he knew that she was here, which quieted any worries he had.  Someone tapped his arm and Hendrix spun around and was face to face with a man dangling a bag full of pills in front of him.
-Want some?
The man was extremely skinny, wearing a baseball cap pulled down to hide his face.  The hand holding the bag quivered expectantly.  Hendrix sidestepped him shaking his head.
-I don’t think so man.
The man shrugged and shuffled away.  An older woman smiled Hendrix as if he were her son.  He returned her greeting.  He wandered around, looking for Feather or Grass.   Walking towards the woods, he thought he spotted Grass.
-Grass?!
Grass looked to see who had addressed him, and spotted Hendrix.
-Hey man!!  You found us!  Wow, far out.  What’s happening?
-Not much.  Hey, where’s Feather?
Grass scrunched up his face and shrugged.
-Wow.  Good shit.  Uh she left a while ago, to take a walk or something.  I can’t really remember.  She shouldn’t’ be far away.
Hendrix nodded and his eyes searched the hill.  He spotted her, lying down with her eyes closed, some distance away.  Grass and Celeste followed Hendrix over to where Feather was lying.

Feather opened her eyes at the sound of approaching footsteps.  Crying out his name, she jumped up and embraced Hendrix.
-Where have you been?
Hendrix kissed her cheek and explained that she and Grass had guessed correctly.  He had needed some time to figure things out.
-I’m so happy to see you again!
Celeste suggested that they eat some dinner.  One of her friends was making pasta and toasted bread with pesto.  Everyone agreed that it sounded excellent.  They were walking back when a coarse voice screamed Hendrix’ name.  Rad came up, running.
-Dude, oh hey everyone, I’m Rad.  Who’s that?  Is that Feather?  Shit man I just tried this amazing shit.
-Yeah, I’m Feather.
-Wow.  Nice to meet you!
Celeste asked Rad to join them for food.  Rad more than happily agreed, claimed he was starving from fasting for four days.  He pulled out a breath mints can and said that he’d share tabs with everyone in return for their kindness.  He winked at Feather and laughed at Hendrix’ shocked expression.  Celeste excitedly pronounced that his offer was very far out.  They had reached the campsite of Celeste’s friends and the aroma of pasta was ecstasy in everyone’s hungered state.  The cosmic family sat around a smoldering fire, eating as if they hadn’t eaten in days, sharing stories and listening to Sly and the Family Stone.  The mother of the nursing baby introduced herself as Sue.  Her baby was contentedly playing with a teddy bear that Sue herself had sewn.  The two middle aged men who had been playing chess were Tom and Barry.  There were also a twenty-something guy whose name was Bodhi and a woman named Sunset.  Sunset was pretty quiet and after dinner, went off to a tent.  Bodhi played with the baby (Mountain) and laughed with the group.  As Sue gathered the dishes, Rad pulled out the tabs.
-Now, who’s with me?  I’ll explain everything in a second.
Everyone but Sue and her baby, and Sunset were in.
-Okay.  These are acid tabs.  They’ll dissolve on your tongue.  It’s not the strongest stuff; it’ll probably only last three hours.

A half an hour later, the music had changed to Santana and everyone was up and dancing.  Everything was moving, things that technically weren’t supposed to be moving, but it all made sense to then.  Sue had Mountain in her lap and they were clapping along.  To Feather, Hendrix looked like there was no end to his physical form, the lines were blurred, pulsating and ever-changing.  Colours pulled him about and were coming out of every single cell.  At one point, he had eight arms.  Celeste’s dreads became tree roots and sprouted leaves as if time lapse photography was on fast-forward.  Roses and chive flowers grew out from her skin until the only thing that remained were her eyes.  A tornado of Santana violated the fire’s space.  Sparks and embers flew into the peaceful night sky, joining with stars above.  The wavy Hendrix danced with Feather.
To Hendrix, Feather’s body parts were moving in and out of proportion, in coordination with music.  Her eyes and smile were enveloping his physical self with their love.  The feeling had shapes; they were multi-coloured tendrils, like smoke.  She was waving her arms around and he began to be afraid she’d tip over and land upside down underground.  He pulled Feather close to him and danced with him hugging her.  The place where his hands touched her back started growing and he felt the skin splitting. Hendrix felt a filmy, somewhat slick something emerge.  Gasping in awe, Feather’s back exploded with large wings.  The wings looked like millions of shining cells.  They glinted in the fire’s glow.  Feather spun out of his tight grasp, but held onto his numb hands.  Hendrix leaned forward until he felt his balance move like a see saw.  He came back up and kissed Feather with passion he finally agreed to release.  It flew out of him and into Feather like a powerful river that had just broken down a dam.
Feather’s own voice surprised her and sounded extremely disconnected.  She tried to express that she wanted to go swimming.  Somehow Hendrix understood her mumble.  Feather touched her tongue to see if it was still there.  Hendrix nodded away to Sue and felt his voice try to tell her that they were going swimming.  Sue smiled and kissed Feather’s head goodbye.
The music was so loud that Hendrix and Feather could still hear it for some time.  Somehow they found the lake.  The moon cast rippling reflections on the water and the still reverie of the forest was beautiful.  They undressed and slid into the muddy water.  Feather couldn’t really feel the water, the non-existent texture was very confusing, but she didn’t really think about it too long.  One part of her brain remembered how to swim, and she floated on the magical material.  She collided with something solid.  Hendrix had been watching her, but been processing what kind of vibe the lake gave him.  It suddenly dawned on him that Feather had swum into him.  She was laughing and the sound echoed throughout his body.  He started laughing too and slipped on the grimy bottom.  Feather pulled him back up and stroked his hair, away from his eyes.  He noticed that she had forgotten her wings.  Senses heightened, Hendrix slowly moved his hands over Feather's body.  He could feel the tiny hairs on her lower back, her freckles, and her breathing most of all.  His body responded to the feeling of her nipples against his chest and the matching of coarser hair under the water.  Feather explored Hendrix' body, seeing it in the light of the moon before her, strong and free.  She pressed herself against him feeling their heartbeats coarse through themselves.  Kissing each other deeply they moved together in their own world of ecstasy.
An odd sound was coming closer.  It was someone’s footsteps.
-Excuse me, but you aren’t allowed to swim in the lake.
A policeman, looking embarrassed, stood several feet away.  He looked like he’d rather be anywhere but here, talking to two naked hippies who seemed to be on something.  Hendrix managed to form the sentence:
-Policeman sorry get our stuff will we do.
Feather smiled at the policeman, who nodded, blushing.
-All right, have a good night.
Oblivious to the cold, Hendrix pulled Feather, naked and wet, out of the lake.  Worried that the policeman may be going back to get reinforcements and arrest them, Hendrix hastily pulled on his clothes and gave Feather hers.
-Hurry up Feather, I think we’re in trouble.
-Hendrix, he’s not going to bring trouble.
-I don’t know.  Don’t know.  Let’s just go back to your bus.
Feather agreed and put on her clothes.  She held Hendrix’ hand and they found their way out of the woods.
The bus was comfortably warm, as if there was a fireplace hidden somewhere in its interior.  Feather plugged in the Christmas lights and pulled out the futon.  They could hear the music from outside, but all either of them were conscious of was each other.  Emotions raging, they undressed each other and kissed with passion.  The evening melded together as Hendrix and Feather further explored each others' bodies.  Damp, excited, and with a fair amount of lsd still moving through them, Hendrix felt confident enough to touch Feather.  He moved his fingers inside of her, and attempted to internalize her warmth.  Feather trembled with pleasure and a moan escaped her throat.  Hendrix watched her content expression and felt that he loved her, that all of her imperfections were what made her so perfect.  She leaned on one of her elbows, pulled him down with her other arm for a kiss of appreciation.  Although she was unsure of what to do, Hendrix taught her how to pleasure him.  He felt the familiar thrill, his breathing quickened, and letting go of all the inhibitions society pressed on him, he felt the blinding release-the ultimate bliss.
They lay, tangled, sweaty, and short of breath, together on the futon.  Feather kneeled over Hendrix,
-Goodnight Hendrix of the many mooned star
    He responded with a kiss, and pulled the blanket over their bodies.

Description
Chapter Seven
Grass and Feather stepped out of the bus and looked around.  Some people had set up small grills or tables under plastic tarp tents next to their vehicle.  One car was completely painted, with different scenes and figurines glued onto shelves attached to the doors.  Flowers were stuck to the hood.  There were a few people milling about.  Feather could see some booths and a stage set up ahead.  A girl wearing a dark blue dress with starts painted on it and long dreadlocks stopped in front of them.  First gasping, and then smiling broadly, she called out Grass’ name.
Grass recognized her and they hugged.
-Hey Celeste, what are you doing here?!
Celeste grinned and said
-I’m hanging out with some friends.  How about you, man?  Wow, it’s so groovy to see you here.
Grass turned and beckoned for Feather to join their conversation.
-Well you see my friend, Feather, I was hitchhiking to California and she and Hendrix have helped me out.  But we lost Hendrix and we’re trying to find him now.
-Ohhh.  Hi Feather, I’m Celeste.
Celeste hugged Feather warmly, and a huge waft of marijuana hit Feather.
Celeste happily chattered about what she’d been up to since her last encounter with Grass.  They walked away from the parking lot, towards the woods.  Feather adjusted her backpack and smiled back to the strangers walking past.  It was almost as if they’d known each other for years, a cosmic family.  Celeste led them to the edge of the woods.  A few people were sitting in a semi-circle.  One woman was nursing her baby; two middle-aged men were drinking beer and playing chess.  The rest of the group were chilling to a cassette player and passing a joint around.  Celeste introduced Grass and Feather.  Grass took a hit and passed it to Feather, who did the same.  Feather said she wanted to walk around, and they’d meet up later.
The hills sloped gently and the orange yellow pink sun was setting.  The surroundings were so beautiful, evergreen trees sprinkled on the hills, a few campfires blurring like dragonflies in the distance.  Feather heard distant laughter and the silence of the wise trees.  She lay down on her back and gazed at the transforming sky.  The sun was melting into the landscape.

Hendrix declared that there was only one more mile left until they reached the site.  Rad and Shane stopped talking and Rad pointed at the sun.
-Look man, see that blood see it shining and dimming?  That’s our life.  He’s going to go somewhere else now.  So tonight we’re free.
Shane nodded like it was music and added
-But it’s us that are going to go somewhere else now.
Laughing, Rad asked Shane if he’d raided the contents of the breath mints can in the pocket of the door.
-What, you’ve got acid?
-Yeah, a couple tabs.  I’ve been saving them for sometime special.
-Man, that’s crazy.
The station wagon drove on, past the same lazy cows and never-ending fields.  Within fifteen minutes they found a space and got out.  Hendrix immediately saw Feather’s bus and pointed it out to Rad and Shane.
-I’ll go see if she’s there or if there’s a note.
Rad and Shane drifted off, having spotted old friends.  Although Hendrix didn’t find a note or Feather, he knew that she was here, which quieted any worries he had.  Someone tapped his arm and Hendrix spun around and was face to face with a man dangling a bag full of pills in front of him.
-Want some?
The man was extremely skinny, wearing a baseball cap pulled down to hide his face.  The hand holding the bag quivered expectantly.  Hendrix sidestepped him shaking his head.
-I don’t think so man.
The man shrugged and shuffled away.  An older woman smiled Hendrix as if he were her son.  He returned her greeting.  He wandered around, looking for Feather or Grass.   Walking towards the woods, he thought he spotted Grass.
-Grass?!
Grass looked to see who had addressed him, and spotted Hendrix.
-Hey man!!  You found us!  Wow, far out.  What’s happening?
-Not much.  Hey, where’s Feather?
Grass scrunched up his face and shrugged.
-Wow.  Good shit.  Uh she left a while ago, to take a walk or something.  I can’t really remember.  She shouldn’t’ be far away.
Hendrix nodded and his eyes searched the hill.  He spotted her, lying down with her eyes closed, some distance away.  Grass and Celeste followed Hendrix over to where Feather was lying.

Feather opened her eyes at the sound of approaching footsteps.  Crying out his name, she jumped up and embraced Hendrix.
-Where have you been?
Hendrix kissed her cheek and explained that she and Grass had guessed correctly.  He had needed some time to figure things out.
-I’m so happy to see you again!
Celeste suggested that they eat some dinner.  One of her friends was making pasta and toasted bread with pesto.  Everyone agreed that it sounded excellent.  They were walking back when a coarse voice screamed Hendrix’ name.  Rad came up, running.
-Dude, oh hey everyone, I’m Rad.  Who’s that?  Is that Feather?  Shit man I just tried this amazing shit.
-Yeah, I’m Feather.
-Wow.  Nice to meet you!
Celeste asked Rad to join them for food.  Rad more than happily agreed, claimed he was starving from fasting for four days.  He pulled out a breath mints can and said that he’d share tabs with everyone in return for their kindness.  He winked at Feather and laughed at Hendrix’ shocked expression.  Celeste excitedly pronounced that his offer was very far out.  They had reached the campsite of Celeste’s friends and the aroma of pasta was ecstasy in everyone’s hungered state.  The cosmic family sat around a smoldering fire, eating as if they hadn’t eaten in days, sharing stories and listening to Sly and the Family Stone.  The mother of the nursing baby introduced herself as Sue.  Her baby was contentedly playing with a teddy bear that Sue herself had sewn.  The two middle aged men who had been playing chess were Tom and Barry.  There were also a twenty-something guy whose name was Bodhi and a woman named Sunset.  Sunset was pretty quiet and after dinner, went off to a tent.  Bodhi played with the baby (Mountain) and laughed with the group.  As Sue gathered the dishes, Rad pulled out the tabs.
-Now, who’s with me?  I’ll explain everything in a second.
Everyone but Sue and her baby, and Sunset were in.
-Okay.  These are acid tabs.  They’ll dissolve on your tongue.  It’s not the strongest stuff; it’ll probably only last three hours.

A half an hour later, the music had changed to Santana and everyone was up and dancing.  Everything was moving, things that technically weren’t supposed to be moving, but it all made sense to then.  Sue had Mountain in her lap and they were clapping along.  To Feather, Hendrix looked like there was no end to his physical form, the lines were blurred, pulsating and ever-changing.  Colours pulled him about and were coming out of every single cell.  At one point, he had eight arms.  Celeste’s dreads became tree roots and sprouted leaves as if time lapse photography was on fast-forward.  Roses and chive flowers grew out from her skin until the only thing that remained were her eyes.  A tornado of Santana violated the fire’s space.  Sparks and embers flew into the peaceful night sky, joining with stars above.  The wavy Hendrix danced with Feather.
To Hendrix, Feather’s body parts were moving in and out of proportion, in coordination with music.  Her eyes and smile were enveloping his physical self with their love.  The feeling had shapes; they were multi-coloured tendrils, like smoke.  She was waving her arms around and he began to be afraid she’d tip over and land upside down underground.  He pulled Feather close to him and danced with him hugging her.  The place where his hands touched her back started growing and he felt the skin splitting. Hendrix felt a filmy, somewhat slick something emerge.  Gasping in awe, Feather’s back exploded with large wings.  The wings looked like millions of shining cells.  They glinted in the fire’s glow.  Feather spun out of his tight grasp, but held onto his numb hands.  Hendrix leaned forward until he felt his balance move like a see saw.  He came back up and kissed Feather with passion he finally agreed to release.  It flew out of him and into Feather like a powerful river that had just broken down a dam.
Feather’s own voice surprised her and sounded extremely disconnected.  She tried to express that she wanted to go swimming.  Somehow Hendrix understood her mumble.  Feather touched her tongue to see if it was still there.  Hendrix nodded away to Sue and felt his voice try to tell her that they were going swimming.  Sue smiled and kissed Feather’s head goodbye.
The music was so loud that Hendrix and Feather could still hear it for some time.  Somehow they found the lake.  The moon cast rippling reflections on the water and the still reverie of the forest was beautiful.  They undressed and slid into the muddy water.  Feather couldn’t really feel the water, the non-existent texture was very confusing, but she didn’t really think about it too long.  One part of her brain remembered how to swim, and she floated on the magical material.  She collided with something solid.  Hendrix had been watching her, but been processing what kind of vibe the lake gave him.  It suddenly dawned on him that Feather had swum into him.  She was laughing and the sound echoed throughout his body.  He started laughing too and slipped on the grimy bottom.  Feather pulled him back up and stroked his hair, away from his eyes.  He noticed that she had forgotten her wings.  Senses heightened, Hendrix slowly moved his hands over Feather's body.  He could feel the tiny hairs on her lower back, her freckles, and her breathing most of all.  His body responded to the feeling of her nipples against his chest and the matching of coarser hair under the water.  Feather explored Hendrix' body, seeing it in the light of the moon before her, strong and free.  She pressed herself against him feeling their heartbeats coarse through themselves.  Kissing each other deeply they moved together in their own world of ecstasy.
An odd sound was coming closer.  It was someone’s footsteps.
-Excuse me, but you aren’t allowed to swim in the lake.
A policeman, looking embarrassed, stood several feet away.  He looked like he’d rather be anywhere but here, talking to two naked hippies who seemed to be on something.  Hendrix managed to form the sentence:
-Policeman sorry get our stuff will we do.
Feather smiled at the policeman, who nodded, blushing.
-All right, have a good night.
Oblivious to the cold, Hendrix pulled Feather, naked and wet, out of the lake.  Worried that the policeman may be going back to get reinforcements and arrest them, Hendrix hastily pulled on his clothes and gave Feather hers.
-Hurry up Feather, I think we’re in trouble.
-Hendrix, he’s not going to bring trouble.
-I don’t know.  Don’t know.  Let’s just go back to your bus.
Feather agreed and put on her clothes.  She held Hendrix’ hand and they found their way out of the woods.
The bus was comfortably warm, as if there was a fireplace hidden somewhere in its interior.  Feather plugged in the Christmas lights and pulled out the futon.  They could hear the music from outside, but all either of them were conscious of was each other.  Emotions raging, they undressed each other and kissed with passion.  The evening melded together as Hendrix and Feather further explored each others' bodies.  Damp, excited, and with a fair amount of lsd still moving through them, Hendrix felt confident enough to touch Feather.  He moved his fingers inside of her, and attempted to internalize her warmth.  Feather trembled with pleasure and a moan escaped her throat.  Hendrix watched her content expression and felt that he loved her, that all of her imperfections were what made her so perfect.  She leaned on one of her elbows, pulled him down with her other arm for a kiss of appreciation.  Although she was unsure of what to do, Hendrix taught her how to pleasure him.  He felt the familiar thrill, his breathing quickened, and letting go of all the inhibitions society pressed on him, he felt the blinding release-the ultimate bliss.
They lay, tangled, sweaty, and short of breath, together on the futon.  Feather kneeled over Hendrix,
-Goodnight Hendrix of the many mooned star
    He responded with a kiss, and pulled the blanket over their bodies.