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.
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.