And it was in this commune that Marie spent the rest of her days. She never married but had five daughters, each of whom she named after a Beatles song. Most of her time was spent braiding hair, peeling potatoes, and teaching herself to play the guitar. She was never quite like the other community members. No one else learned tatting in order to sew themselves a see-through cocktail dress that they then wore with no shoes and a full face of makeup to tend to the goats. But they loved her anyway.

Andy sent her a postcard once before he died.

Marie—
I’m in Egypt. It’s wild.
                        —Andy

she showed it to her girls, then put it in the compost and walked out into the orchard park to pick apples for her next pie.

submitted by Carla Roe,
student/photographer,
Sacramento, USA