ear

are as like each othe

ere is no news to tell

hat come to all women

rnoons I am on the terr

gust Mother must be ma

the peace inde

embroidery and sit upo

ng the people in the v

a thousand dwellings

ho dwell beneath the

-fields; watch them dr

for fertilizing; hear t

g bamboo, he drives t

over the fields to se

far below, and can but

bride and the train o

home. Often the waili

ars, and we lean far o

spirit money that will

yesterday we saw the p

esting-place of sycee

is sons made great boa

in all the province. B

e that he began this l

llions. But his milli

without ceasing, and

rn out, departed, o

e clang-clang of a go

ing the boards and ban

en upon them, and we c

me poor peasant wa

w. The hillside is purp

a golden haze. The red

that soon the winter w

sing sleepily in grass

ly spent. The wild geese

hee. All is sad, and s

eyes are filled with t

ind happiness without t

the days as tra

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