Tree day

The little ground pig has disappeared, as wild animals are wont to do, and the children are disconsolate. It is a good reminder to me that their worries are far more immediate and close than mine. They do not consider the great sweep of the inner and outer provinces and the newly conquered provinces by the eastern ocean. They are concerned with friends and animals, things very firmly in the now and the real.

In any case, it is very trying, and an infusion of funds brought on by my sewing did not make matters more pleasant today.

Heiye is in my camp, which I find a novelty and a pleasure. He has seen a little too much of the world to get attach to a small, injured animal.

I think it might be an exercise in compassion that I have failed, but I am not perturbed by this.

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