Simmering Jams at the Edge of the Forest

The sales position is a field job. Paid. What's that delicious? of, you basically can't afford personnel there to be absent from work to the point of ill health, unless that's even hospitalization.

I know a hundred people don't have a praised work environment, but "how badly I worked" was a classic theme for drinks parties. It's no different now that I think about it than the sickness of the old man.

Cold, hangover, stomach ulcer, fever, hernia, menstrual cramps. I have a consciousness that the inner feelings spoken of in the blackmail must be something that can whisk my eyebrows. But it seemed true, so I had no choice. And I wonder if a woman can eat, talk, flush everything out, and live supple.

Every year, by the time the long summer was finally over, I fell ill. No matter how careful you are with your sleep and diet, it seemed difficult to escape the fatigue accumulated during the hot season that lasted for months. A slight fever that follows with tiredness, a high fever that occasionally bumps back as I recall.

The only person who noticed my ill health standing in the store with a fever that rolled over the second half of thirty-eight degrees was only one chief at the time at a sales office with five people. Besides, the reason for the rash was because the makeup was "darker than usual" to deceive the poor complexion. Never in a working attitude. And after she retired, someone never saw her through.

That's why I'm good at fixing the outside. The confusion somehow kept pushing inside and finished the clinic nanny that day. It has just been noticed that something has happened to the bright Dr. Daniel. What's the matter, one word... I still haven't been able to swallow myself because of the difficulty of what you're looking at me, and I don't know how to say it, so I almost burst into tears.

When I got in trouble and shut up, he nodded that I didn't have to rush him with a pompous stroke of his head, as usual.

I hug Buddy's neck once again, who was picking me up again today, before slowly walking back to the mansion.

Walking reminds me of you, John. He sang a good part of it, although it had not become a word that could be heard except for that word. That was, indeed, a song I sang.

After that, I asked if there were songs for children in this world as well. Sometimes, but not so much, it was more like a relaxed chant than a nursery rhyme when they sang the most famous. And then there's the lullaby.

And John, knowing nothing about verses like you sing, both Mr. Tanya and Mr. Ray shook their heads beside each other.

Because, how do you know that song?

Is that because I sang?

I haven't got a voice, have I? How'd it go?

... Stick your forehead together. Again and again. Every time, I was singing.

That means my song was heard by John... or passed on.

No, but what do you mean by coincidence?

Although I can't say no.

Then why bother singing with your forehead stuck together, why stick to that situation? Suddenly sing a slightly unusual melody you're unfamiliar with?

Oh, John, if your first voice was that song, Mr. Tanya, I'm sorry, Mr. Dan. "Ma (mi)" or "da (di)" would have been nice.

No, I'm not. No, that's important, though.

The thought of wandering around with a hint of thought is going back. If Buddy hadn't followed me on the tip of my nose sometimes, I would have gone the wrong way home.

It's the same place where you get to think about it again and again: "Why not?" "I don't know."

Even though it's about me, I don't know who I am the most. I feel anxiety that makes my feet feel uncomfortable.

First of all, John, you don't know if it's 'passed on' or 'heard', either.

And what made sense, my voice? Or thought? It's a song, so you passed it on?

... even though I have no voice or magic?

He even came near the mansion with his messy head in his arms. They spent a lot of time walking, even from the height of the sun and the tiredness of their feet. I didn't get a single thing in my eyes today, such as the view I usually enjoy on my way home.

... As soon as you turn around where there are three trees of this tree, you will reach the Mansion. I like the view of the village from here, climbing up a loose and long slope.

With the mansion on your back, you can see the village illuminated by the calm afternoon sun. Honey-colored stone houses, red brick boulevards. Lots of greenery, rivers flowing. fields and pastures that surround calm settlements.

If you look closely, there are also types of grass and flowers that you have never seen. Even butterflies are slightly different from what I know of dragonflies that have recently started flying. A sense of air that is similar to some rural part of Europe but feels absolutely different, although the wind and light are similar to the Earth.

Luckily I have been able to tour the gentle people and walk on this land little by little. It is thanks to the serenity of time with those gentle people that I have come to think of this place as my place to live, with no similarities to the Japanese countryside.

I think of each and every one of my loved ones I meet in this world.

Exhale loudly, exhale, inhale slowly, fill your lungs with measley air all over your body...... yeah. No. I don't know what I don't know when I think about it. There's nothing I can do about it.

There's more important things to do than keep thinking about things you don't know. If you look to the side, you can see the temperature returning to the tip of your finger stroking your back, as the warmth of Buddy leans softly against you.

I wonder what I was confused about by myself, I have people I can talk to. The people who have always supported me and watched over me... are just getting more thankful. I would do anything that I could give back.

Buddy waiting for me next to me to stop and watch the view.

If you think about it, you always helped me. The first thing you found me, the fact that you let Lady Adelaide know, and the fact that you brought Dr. Daniel and Mark, were all things Buddy did.

Speaking of which, Buddy and I used to "stick" to each other's faces as they stroked... could Buddy have heard us for a long time?

Crouch down and hug me to the neck, gently forehead against the face that comes over...... thanks, I love it.

I don't know if I'm going to pass it on or hear it, so I whine in a voice with no sound with all my sincere feelings.

When I left slowly, I was licked on the cheeks, so I tickled. The two of us walked the rest of the way laughing.

Worried about me late on my return, Master Adelaide waited for me outside while I took care of my front yard.

I walked slowly, and I hug her so much that I'm sorry for worrying. It smells like outside wind and subtle hints of oil from Adelaide. When I was relieved by the scent I was completely used to sniffing, I suddenly realized I was hungry. What an honest body of mine. A child.

Ku, even laughed at his belly that rang, and he went back to normal.

I haven't been alone with Master Adelaide in a long time because there's been someone here all week. I've missed you so much...... I think so, but Master Adelaide has always been alone. If I told you I miss you two, that would be crazy.

I should have called the teacher, it was totally full of me and I didn't care. Reflection. I'll invite you next time. Besides, the teacher goes home to the clinic in discipline every time, but I guess I should stay. Then you won't have to worry about the night lane. Whatever it is, let's use it for one room teacher.

The emergency is... shall we have him come running? I walk slowly so it takes about fifteen minutes, but today it took more than double, but the average person doesn't take that long. Whatever. Mark's house is by the clinic.

"Hey, maybe I'll say that next time. But they're going to say no."

After dinner, I said that to Dear Adelaide while drinking tea and embroidering in the living room, and I had a little trouble, but I thought about it with a little happiness.

Hey, Master Adelaide. I love Adelaide. Plus, Dr. Daniel loves it. I also really like seeing the two people I love get along.

... I don't think that's enough. Although I'm not sure, I can easily imagine that there would be circumstances in the past between the two of us. But I think we can both be happy now.

Master Walter likes Dr. Daniel, too. If you look at him, maybe he thinks of the teacher as the father of his heart. So.

Oh, my God, though I can't tell you yet. I thought looking at Master Adelaide moving the embroidery needle.

That night I decided to try to sort it out again on the bed. Calm down, be positive.

First of all. John, I'm pretty sure that song you were singing was caused by me.

So, I don't know if 'I heard' or 'passed on'. Well, that's not important yet at this stage, so let's just assume that John has' passed on 'my song to you.

So, how?

... I was playing with my forehead stuck together. I wonder if that means we need contact.

So, where else? Holding hands...... Did you do this with Mr. Hugh during exploratory magic? Oh, writing in the palm of your hand is almost with holding your hand, then you don't have this. If it was telling you something, we'd all say it, right?

My head is well caressed, so I don't have any of this. Is Mark touching my face?

Oh, so it's forehead after all, not forehead and hands? Are they forehead to forehead? But your feet and stomach are hard to think about... it's hard to be sure, who should I try?... Dear Adelaide. I wonder if you'd be happy to get the word out, but if it wasn't, you'd disappoint me. I guess I should be clear before I say it.

What about Dr. Daniel? I can't resist sticking my forehead together if I'm with my teacher, but I don't like my teacher. You'd be a little hesitant to do it in front of Master Adelaide. Oh, I wouldn't say so.

Ha! Well, I'm not in a position to choose, and you have a veto right over there. Yeah, I knew you didn't seem to say no, Mark... and be Mr. Hugh. Something subtle in so many ways. I feel like we're both safe.

John, the fact that you wanted to do it again and again today means you didn't feel bad about it the last time. Kids don't do anything a little uncomfortable by moving on from themselves. I don't know about magic, but at least it didn't hurt or make me feel bad. Yeah, I guess I'm comfortable with that point to try.

Um, and I was wondering if I could make this public. Mr Hugh and Mr Walter told me that there was no talking about my eyes or about magic from the woods other than the members then. Because if you spread it poorly, people who want the power of the Spirit can make strange cases. I'm “no magic." That's why I can live like this without being targeted.

Given that, can't we talk about this outside too... glad I didn't inadvertently mention it to Tanya and the others. It's not that I don't trust them, but I don't want to get involved if there's a chance that Gotagota will happen.

Yeah, what's going on? Reporting, confirmation and consultation are good at the same time. But no one can do that now... Buddy, what can I do, 'wait' is so hard. I knew you were very hard. [M] You're a kid who can!