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today we went to play. we went to play at the house of a student of a teacher that is my friend.

it is the rainy season here and their house was surrounded by water. it is the rainy season and their lives had changed. they lived on a small island.

their house was of the same style as many houses i have seen in the past. the house stands up about three feet off of the ground. it is supported by pillars of cement. the floorboards of the house are wood, but worn to a shine. the insides of the house are simple and alters are everywhere.

the front of the house is a clay field. in the middle of that clay field there is a cement alter to the gods. that alter keeps us safe. we walked across a bridge made of a couple of bamboo poles and arrived there to bask in its glory. the simplicity made me wince.

we went out into the fields to play. the fields, because it is the rainy season, were covered with water. the fields were nothing but a giant pond. we played a game with a ball and fell in the mud and slipped around and played in the water. we came to fish but played instead.

after the game there was only eating left to do. we sat on the front porch and sang songs and played the guitar and thought about life. we sang songs that had lyrics like, ‘life is like the wind blowing through our hair.’ these were songs that dealt with our human mortality and all of our human flaws. this was a beautiful time.

we ended out singing and eating and we walked back over the bridge that had no name but was made out of a couple of pieces of bamboo that were forced into the water.

oh, the fields covered with water! oh, the friendship, the companionship of other human beings! oh, the thought of losing someone because of mistakes that are bound to occur, because some people believe the world is their own! what horror!