[ID: A series of lines of text, made of words cut out from a magazine. They are grouped together under small black and white photos of flowers or water. Together, it says:
In the fog-haunted, soft red earth I knew I was just one step below heaven. / Through the heat waves, and angel stood there poised. She wore jeans and her hair was thick / and she had thin hands. Five fingers skinning a soft, delicate hide. / I ran after her as she darted over the flat, bare plains. The winds whirled around around us; I felt lonely and scared. / But her voice was calm as a falling leaf. “O Lord… Let the maiden drink, and I will water her” she said. / A tall girl with a jug of water in her hands, she walked toward me and poured water over my head. / Strong, gentle hands took me. She whispered to me: “…I’ll go with you.” We kept on walking, hand in angel hand. / As we approached the foaming surf of Eden, I asked—looking her in the eye—if I was saved. / She pressed my open palm on her chest. “Feel that,” she said. / I was drawn under her tongue in exultation. ]
(Text cut up and rearranged from A Walk Across America by Peter Jenkins)
