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19 May, 2008

Wild bird

When walking, I see birds flying away chirpying. Their feathers are white, shoulders a little black, and slightly larger than a sparrow. As pulling my sled on sea ice without anybody to talk with, hearing the birds chirpying comforts me. I thanked them.

When I got on a mountain ? land ?, a lot of animals' footprints and sight of birds were seen and birds' singing was heard. As I hear a bird singing, and get out of my tent, I see such a big bird walking on the mountain. The birds come over near my tent, sings for a while, and fly away.

I hear other birds singing. My tent faces the sea on a pathway of foxes. There remain a lot of their footprints.

Mitsuro Ohba

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