To call this elegant metropolis "The City of the Ape" does it a considerable disservice, but it is impossible to avoid. Every time we speak of something being as old as the Ape, we reaffirm the city's ... [+]
She danced naked in the rain, her palms upward to accept the droplets of moisture. Captivated by her own imagination, lost in a world of her own creation, a world where outsiders weren't welcome, she twirled, her feet sinking deep into the sodden grass. Mud squished between her toes, and she tipped her face to the sky, her heart soaring upwards. Passersby stopped to gawk at her, but that didn't halt the Judy Garland tunes she sang at the top of her voice. Strangers could never understand the happiness inside her heart. They didn't even try. Instead, they called her crazy just as they had when