August 2011
My tribe has lived peacefully on this island for as long as I remember. I've never been off this island, but I go to the beach everyday and look at the horizon, thinking about what's beyond it. Today
"Poor seatroll. She must've washed up this morning. Looks like she's been dead for quite some time now." =>
"And she looks young too. I really wonder what I should do with her now. She can't lie here forever. Maybe I should bury her?" =>
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"OOO" "I'm so sorry, don't cry! Can.. Can I help you somehow?" =>