Today is my birthday and mother gave me earrings and papa gave me a brooch with a carnelian stone. We had a party on the beach and papa burnt his fingers in the fire as we cooked the mutton meat. I don’t like mutton meat. I don’t like smoky fires. Papa sings badly. My dog got sick.
I suppose all that was very important to me.
Is our life important to anyone else?
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No word from Aesop.
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Sometimes I have to get away from everything and everyone, myself as well.
I went to a nearby fishing village. Necessity can be ingenious. The fishermen have managed to build good boats out of the battered wrecks that littered our shores. They tell me that the exporting of sponges has become extensive.
I wish I could sail with a sponge crew. I went with a crew once. Glued inside my decorum, I can’t believe I was free...wild...bold...headstrong...long ago.
Yes, I would like to cruise into deep blue water and stare down, then to the sponge shallows and swim down, down.