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Chapter 2 – The outhouse is always more salubrious.
How intoxicating is the air outside the prison walls! It is cleaner, like it is healing the lungs with some great potion, and you want to live again! How astounding it feels to come out of the water and take a breath of fresh, slightly tingling air after jumping into the tarn! How weak the legs are from inhaling the smell of cherry blossoms in full bloom at the end of May!
They are there, and I am here.
They are powerless here.
‘Bi
I do not hear. I do not hear anything. I’ll be where they are, but not now.
In the meantime, maybe I can sleep.
Right here, in the open air?
Right here, by the tarn?
Right here, by the cherry tree?
‘Bi
‘Coming, coming… .’