The struggle went on, inside of her with people, forces of nature, mind pitted against an old body that raged in pallid fury. Food came out as water in running car as we drove to people for reluctant homes.
The struggle was against people who would not cede ground for her in their space. Not well in the body, yet she struggled like a desperate bear in the forest hole in a net of latticed shadows in the hole as it closed around her body with people watching from the rim of the earth-hole.
The struggle would go on till the desert-show was finally over under the star-lit theater and men would get up and go their homes with a few memories for night-dreams.