You follow the peace with all the other fools and dreamers, those called to it's it's clarion knell, it's siren swish. The faces of your companions look like dream characters, you bounce between hippified identities like a pinball. Someone is flipping your personalities like a deck of cards, and he is smiling benevolently.
You're been following the Peace Wind for two days, and you're finally getting to somewhere that isn't ephemeral.
