Bluejay 2010 Stephen F. Ashford Conversant with the biting winds he aspires to a comprehension swept clean, shaped and set on high - high enough, indeed, to espy from dizzying, sun-baked perches, multitudinous, paint-splotched isles, cavorting, laughing frivolously among dusty, shuffling plains and swirling stars, keeping politely to themselves lest secrets be found and summarily upbraided.