Two thin slats of wood hold a collection of paper of various sizes. The writing itself bears scrawls, writeouts and scratchthroughs. Careful looking will reveal most of the poor spelling diction and grammer being marked through and more typical writing being left.
Thursday, 29 August 2013
I learned another busy word today. The crier called a name. I went to congratulate him. We talked awhile. He had a long name and was a Big One. He said he didn't choose his name. After that he said something else. I thought he might be hungry because he was talking about sandwiches. He wasn't.
It was just another busy word. I relish learning a new meaning.
He said he's been teaching words to people lately. I miss Teacher. I should have asked Lion if he had seen him.
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Friday, 16 August 2013
Sore eyes doesn't always mean you need to go to the healer. Sometimes it means you are glad to see a person.
Words sure do a lot of funny things.
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Thursday, 15 August 2013
I spoke with some. They were asking questions about the pick. I said what I could. Maybe I'll go visit the old machines again. It was good to be awake to talk with people I didn't see often. Lion and I talked the other day. He said he'd tell the others I said hello. That's good.
I met the funny healer near the bridge. He's very patient. I wonder why he painted that on his tent. There were more cloaks like the one Teacher gave me. I like mine best.
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