Moonchild, a child of the moon; someone born under the zodiac sign of Cancer (June 21 – July 22). And, in common present-day parlance, a person who is a space case. Manda was both. And, yes, she had heard the 1969 song of the same name by the English progressive rock band King Crimson; in fact, she adopted it as her anthem. On her 21st birthday, Caucasian American Manda found herself once again meandering about Moonstone Beach (CA, USA) in a beige, linen, full-length peasant dress. It was a foggy July 16th Sunday morning (2017). She was searching for those surf-rounded, alkali feldspar, pearly white, slightly translucent stones. With her head bent down, her thoughts flowed out. ‘Playing hide and seek with the ghosts of dawn.’ I’m the local lass who went nuts. That’s what they think. I know they think that I’m crazy. I’m the girl who took too much acid (LSD) at the house party three years ago. ‘She’s just coo-coo, lost in her imaginary world, aimlessly wandering the beach.’ Yeah, just let them think that. Today is a full moon. It’s out there, pulling on the ocean. And, pulling me along. Need to play up the insane woman bit to the max. Most guys like an easy score.