If found, please do not return. I could not bear the embarrassment!

//-- Most of the pages are illegible, but two remain intact//

A glorious day. The pond reflects oh so prettily. I learned a word -- scintillate. I touch his hand and I am scintillating. I am a pond. My mother wanted some help so I was beckoned from the prayer circle but I was returned in good time for dinner. 

What a strange thing how important the prayer is to T and others. She was angry with me but not for much. I suppose it is not so important where you come from she told me. No I told her. Mother observes animals and father works with plants. These are things in the world I can touch and see. But it remains very interesting that you try every night to touch and see something that is outside of the world. T smiled and things were fine.

How long will we be here I told my mother. Not again she told me. Stop asking when the answer is the same as before. I cannot count to one million she told me. Not because numbers are limited but because
I am. We will be here until we are no longer. 


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The pond is grey with ice. The tents are all silent today. The collector came to take her ashes and to ask if I want to add more to the jar. I said, no. Never my writing. And please do not put my mother's ashes in the jar. I want them to be gone. She would have wanted it too.