It’s cold. I cooked some rice and gnawed on a bit of dried fish. I love the smell of cooking rice. It smells like drowsy autumn nights, cozy in bed. I caught two fish. A big one and a small one. It’s a clear day, so I can see off in the distance. On clear days I can see far, and on cloudy days I can’t, but I can still hear sounds from off in the distance.
I tried it once. It looks beautiful from here, but as I got closer it was run-down. It was a deserted and lonely place. It’s nice around here because other people live nearby. I haven’t seen anyone for three days. Maybe four days. Maybe a week. Your father said that we mustn’t stop counting days or stop talking.
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