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Stormie
(c) Stephen J. Martin 10/02/07
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Secret Societies
exist solely by the determination of the members within that society to
keep their existence as such.
Should one sole member of that communal social
order, at any time, singularly decide that the outside world has finally
evolved to an acceptance of the customs and rituals within -- the chain
of secrecy will be proved only as strong as its weakest link.
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Throughout the 1800's, the Spaniards, the English,
the Russians, the Chinese and countless other nations were making
strategic migrations to the California coast; some arriving less
publicly than others.
Among those arriving in secrecy were at least two
distinct tribes escaping the warring kings of that group of Pacific
Islands known collectively today as the State of Hawaii. Secrecy was a
matter of survival, for one and for all.
Having deliberately burst their outriggers into
splinters upon the rocky coastline of San Diego, the water-weary
Hawaiian emigrants advanced up -- and disappeared into -- the hills of
California without contention, for they came in just as they left;
without a trace. Though the Chinese were taking a beating in San
Francisco, and the Irish immigrants were suffering in New York, these
island tribes who vowed to keep their practices and their existence
clandestine remained alive and prospered.
Under the sway of the only-recent human rights
amendments, they have finally come down from the hills, and have come to
mingle quietly among those who live and work in La Jolla even up to this
day. Concealing their activities and rosters from those not born into
the tribe, they continue living and working peaceably amongst the rest
of us by day. Some have become so entrenched in our society that they
retain wealthy and powerful positions within our corporations and our
government. And thus, the secrecy of the tribe will be continued from
generation to generation, by the silent interdiction of what conspires
within the home, and behind the seclusion of their walls.
Until today. For today the young woman, referred to
by her family members as impetuous, stands at the oceanfront and
contemplates the homeland of her tribe's heritage. She has met a young
man; an outsider, and his sincerity has caused her to wonder if indeed
the world has finally evolved beyond the storm.
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Stormie (c) Stephen J. Martin Oct 2nd 2007
With appreciation to LKS photography for this photo

My
hobbies include writing poetry about the faeries, elves, gnomes, mermaids and
magic of the Sebastopol, Bodega Bay, Sonoma County area.
I wrote Nude Tea which
is available at online bookstores like
Barnes and Nobles.
My
44 Summer Stories are available at WildChildPublishing.com

My Pages:
Home Page of course
Nude Tea
2 Not at all like the original Nude Tea ~ these tales are not for children.
A Mermaid
Story
Apple Blossom
Festival
Bodega Bay
Book Reviews
The Changeling
The Ballad of Dawn
The Ballad of Heidja
The Ballad of Joey
Slitherton
The Ballad of
Norman Knudleman
The Child of Old
Town
Druids Cemetery
Fairy Folk Festival
Execution
by Fire
Gravenstein
Highway
Grove of the
Old Trees
How
I write my novels
In a
Silent Place
Limantour Beach
A Mermaid's Song
Miwok Beach
Norwegian Mirage
Not Yet
Nude Tea
2
The
Rental
Poems and
Photos
Robert Graves,
Symptoms of Love
Rohnert Park
Sebastopol
In a
Silent Place, epilogue
Sonoma Coast
Sylph
Stormie
Summer Faerie
To Be
or Not To Be, by me as well as Shakespeare
William
Wordsworth, We are Seven
William Morris,
The Sirens
Zennor, the Mermaid
Legend
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