shí èr ; 十 二

[getsome_sleep]

My condolences to the friends of the disappeared. Cissus is gone as well, and her absence dims the sunlight over these fields, faint already in this cold and dark season. Parting is worst when it is sudden; but all the bonds we make are ultimately contingencies against a mute and chaotic world. Storms pass. We build again

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[hanakioku]

Cleaning fields. Pieces gone. Blood left.

[getsome_sleep]

I fear that the blood may poison the earth.

[hanakioku]

Yes. Try to wash?

[getsome_sleep]

As much as possible. The cold helps, too: perhaps nature will heal what we cannot.

[hanakioku]

Hope so.