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here we go ; The Guardian : " Russian authorities mounted a special operation to arrest a former traffic police officer who claims to be the reincarnation of Jesus and has run a cult based in the depths of Siberia for the past three decades. Helicopters and armed officers stormed communities run by Sergei Torop, known to his followers as Vissarion, and arrested him and two of his aides. Russia’s investigative committee said it would charge him with organising an illegal religious organisation, alleging that the cult extorted money from followers and subjected them to emotional abuse. It is not clear what will happen to the disciples now that their leader has been arrested, nor is it clear why authorities decided to move now. The official Russian Orthodox church has long condemned the group but officials have largely left the devotees alone. Some Russian media outlets reported that the community had become involved in a dispute with local business interests.

Why ? What did he do ?

I dont have a problem with it at all ... he is just reporting on new findings and ideas ( except for the last minute ) . I often dont think we get the full story. What ? ... people involved in the dig thought all those square buildings, being built on top of the ruins of others ... in layers where temples too ? Hundreds of temples for groups of nomads that only hunted ? I often wonder about what is' presented to us ' compared to what people in the field think . Temples ... temples everywhere ! The pop idea seems to be that agriculture developed everywhere the same as it did in the Fertile Crescent . . . or , developed how we think it did there . In this regard the situation in Australia is interesting .... hunters and gatherers ... who also did some agriculture and, in places, lived in stone hut ' villages' . or at Orkney ... where at a time before the building of Stonehenge, they not only had massive gatherings and feasts but the evidence ( feast left overs - bones etc ) shows, not only the amazing amount of cattle consumed , but the where all from one herd . s Sweatman pointed out .... its still question after question after question .

Yes , but that does not matter if there isn't much inside it .

Here , the 'head' male homo sapiens are football 'legends' . https://www.smh.com.au/sport/nrl/sydney-rooster-mitchell-pearces-career-in-doubt-after-lewd-act-involving-dog-20160127-gmfdav.html " The footage showed a female reject Pearce's advances and attempt to kiss him, saying "I'm a lesbian", before the Roosters captain turned his attention to a dog. Pearce was then seen picking up the dog and simulating a sex act. She then accused the 26-year-old of urinating on himself and the couch. " But ... the advert for the footy games calls these guys 'heroes' . ..... lounge pissing, dog molesting heroes , that is . " ... and then , I pissed on the lesbian's couch ! " " Hooray ..... good on ya mate .... what a hero ."

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Except for a few. like monkeys , they chew it off . .... waiting for our next 'proposition ' ...... None of them really 'died out' . Most of us ( HSS ) are a mongrel hybrid mix of the above and several other hominins ... even Africans https://www.sciencemag.org/news/2020/01/africans-carry-surprising-amount-neanderthal-dna I actually stopped telling the younger generations what things where like in my youth ; free university, cheap rent, jobs galore, social freedoms .... it depresses them too much now .

Being primates , not herd animals or 'loners' we function best in extended family groups, so those numbers seem bout right . The' in group ' thing is hard wiring, but not the only one , otherwise we never would have got anywhere . Outsiders are essential for a good mix of genes . Like a good alchemical process ; introduce an outside element and then 'close the experiment up' let THAT mix ferment and brew a bit , then add some more goodies . Biological wiring surfaces in this regard in two types , the xenophobe and the xenophile ( I am the latter, fascinated and attracted to anything new and unusual ) . I noticed this surface at work , a couple of the guys thought I was strange as I got infatuated with a woman ,what I would call beautiful but what they described as ' weird looking ' ( she had bright 'red' hair , penetrating green eyes and masses of freckles ) .... I think the sperm count went up ... apparently, foods that increase sperm count are asparagus , bananas ...... hmmmm . 'doctrine of signatures ' ? I dont think I could EVER live in a city again . ... not as 'home' , - like city folks say when they come here " I love going on a visit or short holiday there , but I could never live there . "

The bolded statement grabbed my attention as, studying anthropology all my life, it had become a key issue ... a 'key' for the whole 'big picture' IMO . But , I find your premise does not cover many of the species in Australia Well, its fairly obvious we cant continue the way we have been ... another area I studied was 'Cultures in Crisis' ; what things indicate a culture is unhealthy and in crisis . To my surprise i found indications, in specific order across the board that showed cultures in crisis and those that went through these processes ( and ended ... whole 'civilisations' in some cases ) . also there are the opposite , processes which create healthy cultures or heal ones in crisis (if its not too late ) . Thing is 'the world' is being overtaken by a 'monoculture ' and that monoculture clearly exhibits these indicators .

Doing nothing is an incredible process and way to get things done efficiently . Say, I have a 'chore' or a stage of work I am up to . If I should be doing it ( and that 'should' could be for a variety of reasons ) , or have a schedule it can often not go well, I make mistakes and generally piss about inefficiently , or worse, bemoan how long it will take and what a hassle it will be and ..... but if instead, I simply do nothing , that is, not do it and wait , then I will eventually be inspired, go to it with gusto, it flows, I enjoy it and , lo and behold, it seems to be done in no time at all . Not doing nothing can waste more time than doing nothing , sometimes .

" This morning the wife said, ' What are you going to do today ?' I said, 'Nothing' . She said, ' You did that yesterday .' I said ' I ain't finished yet . ' "

Yes. I say it is shit, as there is no other thing like a tax department in nature ... nor bureaucracy ... them tax fellahs come around these parts ... they get an introduction to Old Doris here ...

These guys watch me in the out house ( it has big open windows to the forest ) ( Butcher Bird ) .... just in case ... ya know, maybe I will start digging in there and uncover a worm They follow me around a LOT , especially when operating machinery - fearless , I have actually had to stop slashing .... a small bird on the ground Vs. a Massey Ferguson 154 with a steel blade slasher going at 16,000 p/m 6 inches away from its head ... busy catching escaping bugs ... nope , not moving, not finished yet . yesterday I was cleaning out my woodworking shed, making new shelves, stacking timber , lifted a piece up off a damp patch and a HUGE funnel web nest YIKES, where is it ? Then a butcher bird flew in, stuck, and flew off ... in an instant , I didnt even see the spider . Good boy ! They got sausage rewards later . ... I suppose I better tell a joke while I am here . a man takes his pet spider out for a night of drinking ; they start with beer and the spider keeps up - 1 for 1 . Then they go on to mixed drinks . The spider slows down a bit but still, manages to keep up . Then they go on' to straight spirits ; rum, whisky, gin ... the spider is not looking well at all. Suddenly it falls off the bar stool and hits the ground - dead . By now, its closing time so the man staaarts to leave but the bartender stops him ; ' Oi ... ya cant just go home and leave that lyin' there . " and the man responds .....

Australia is really a part of Europe ... when we want to enter Eurovision song contest . But its really a part of South East Asia ... when we want a good a trade deal . Our population is multi ethnic / cultural , yet modern Australia has no culture (unless you want to count' convicts and first settlers' stories , songs and poems ... and stupid concepts like ' Gallipoli ' ( " our proudest moment that defined our modern nation " ..... when we went to Invade Turkey ; for some obscure reason that had nothing to do with us , read the map wrong, turned up at the wrong place, got the shit shot out of us and barely managed to escape with some survivors ) errrmmmm ... is that the right type of salute ? I find this confusing , first , isnt any 'now' just a fleeting 'freeze frame' of a continuum and if good or bad things are happening is not any 'now' just a part of that ? Why does a frozen moment in time ... of itself and 'always' natural and pure ? Isnt any perception of the 'now' an illusion , as, if such a perception is really possible it must be for a moment that is as short as infinity is long ? or we are actually perceiving a series of 'nows' connected and in a 'frame speed' limited by our perceptions. Is it the now, or are we looking at the frames of a film separated by small time gaps ? [ This reminds me of when young Harry got his first digital watch, it fascinated him and wore it all the time ; I used to love asking him the time , " What's the time Harry ? " " Its exactly 12: 23 : 42 ..... ummm 12:23 :43 ... no , wait ... 12:23 :45 .... " ] As far as you being anywhere in the world aand 'not mattering' what is happening to you ..... well, we would have to test that one .... unless we just take your word on it ... but testing you would be more fun Its easy to say when snug and safe at home but , when the tables turn ... I think the human world is very real . But human's often play with the unreal . If I cant see a reflection in nature , of something humans 'made up' , then to me it is human BS ( not real ) .

I have seen some bad fires in my time .... but this is insane ! Now I know what they mean by the term 'firestorm ' ; Queensland sunshine coast bushfires from 0 : 35 @ 0 : 14 , the one at 'Bees Nest' is the one I have to watch. The wind change, and continual southerly wind has driven to to the north. Thankfully for me . Its burnt out 66,500 hectares so far ( near 165,000 acres ). As of Tuesday evening there were 79 fires in Queensland and 52 in NSW. No rain predicted for the next two weeks . Satellite image ; North SOUTH wind direction ^ One might think When it hits the lake it will go out . But not always . My sisters house burn down in similar conditions, across a large body of water . They where monitoring it , the fire was way over there across the water, next thing there 'thud' and smoke is coming trough the floor and the downstairs is on fire . Hardly enough time to escape, my nephew was trapped upstairs and had to jump out a window into the neighbours swimming pool . Several houses in the street where destroyed along with a loss of life, that led to an inquiry. A witness told the court ( and later an expert explained ) : The radiant heat from the fire causes volatile oils out of the eucalyptus trees to evaporate, this is heavier than air and driven by the wind pooled over the water surface and filled up the basin of the lake , blown embers can ignite it and a flash burn can travel across the water . The witness saw a comet like fireball, race across the lake, with a " jet exhaust out the back and a pressure wave in front of it " and it hit my sisters house underneath where it is exposed , as it was built on piers on a steep hill.

Its a dilemma - as we know, 'cats in the bush' are a problem but a farm without cats can be a big problem too . I dont know how many times I have heard on the community " Damn rats they .... " ( any one of a series of options from poo on the sink through to chew into electrical wiring and start a fire inside your wall .... or get under your car up into the motor and randomly chew stuff - if you drive down Kalang Rd you pass cars in peoples driveways, under carports with their bonnets up ( a rat deterrent ) and often followed with a 'threat' " I am going to get a cat " . I have to say , that historically and ethically I can not agree with this statement though ; " But overall, Australia is a relatively peaceful and compassionate country. At this time and continuously there are people all over the world who have been deemed feral and are likewise hunted out and eliminated. " .... errrrmmmmm .....

Thats a trombone not thrombone . thrombone is a bad pain in the ....... well, you will know when it happens ..

I haven't seen a thrombosis-free streak for years

and all seem to have something in common .... a 'certain look' about them .... ... like they should all be wearing the same t shirt , or something

I expect 'not to be ' ( here ) in the near future . In fact, I dont even know why I am still here . I am grateful for the wonderful life I have had .... and even more grateful that it was in the time and place it was , but that 'time' is ending and going into 'new times' . By the time that is in full swing , I definitely will not be here . I am thankful for that .

My friends cat ate a ball of wool . So they took her to the vet . Diagnosis ; ' Looks like she is going to have mittens '

I m not sure either, but I too will give it a stab ...... and another stab ... and another stab ....... stab stab stab stab stab .... .

From Yueya ; " A good friend of mine took his own life a few weeks ago. We held a commemorative service for him in our community hall yesterday. He lost everything that he'd built up over the last 40 years of living here during the massive 2019 fire and felt too old at 70 to start again. And his health wasn't good. Although I've felt deeply saddened, I know he was always a person who chose his own path in life. He thought about his options carefully and he decided he could no longer live the active lifestyle he wanted on the land he loved. He was someone who was connected to his land with his heart, belly and bones. Yet because of a complex set of reasons that involved the betrayal of his trust in an old friend, he was being forced off his land. He chose to die there rather than to leave. That's him and his cabin. As you can see, he's become part of the land. The property he lived on was over 2000 acres, mostly forested. I felt a heart connection with him, because, like me, his natural temperament was to live a semi-reclusive lifestyle. He built up a small timber mill over the years and he supplied beautifully sawn hardwood to local owner builders for minimal cost. He worked entirely by himself and was extremely conservation minded with his tree felling. All the building work I've done here has been with his timber. He would only supply timber to people he respected and delivered it exactly according to his own timetable. That might be in a week or it could be several months. But when he delivered it he would stay and help with any building work that needed an extra pair of hands. He was never in a rush and was the least materialistic person I’ve ever met. No way could you buy his services with money. He chose who and when he’d supply. And although he milled timber and helped many people built substantial houses, he himself was totally satisfied with his small cabin. " ============ Nungali : " I am thinking of Malcolm that owned the small mill at Gleniffer many years back , him and his mate ( name I cant remember ) lived a similar lifestyle and ran the mill . They mostly went in behind forestry and did salvage . My cabin is mostly made from wood from there - 3rd grade salvage, one grade above 'firewood' yet I got a cabin made out of it - more than 30 years old and not a termite anywhere . You could get wood by working there , wood instead of cash .... if you where up to it ! They where in their 70s and back then I was a lot younger ... NO chance of keeping up with them , he could dance over a pile of logs with a broad axe in one hand and de bark a stingy bark log ( the stringy bark jams up the saw ) in 5 mins with seemingly effortless actions . real craftsman that could predict the type of wood grain pattern inside a standing tree . A real eco logger too ' No, , if we drop this tree, it might damage that seedling coming up over there " or " No, we are not going down there , mess the ground up too much . " They destained local logging " Its wrecking the forest " or ' animals live in that tee ' and " You think the 'old growth' forest is spectacular ? You should have seen it when I was a lad " few of the houses around here have wood from that source . Nowadays ? Most people cant get it . I am fortunate enough (as I am STILL building ! ) to have a local mill, some light wood machinate and know people with heavier stuff like a thicknesser , portable mill , etc . But mostly, if you want a big beam, elsewhere, its going to cost a fortune and be a ( ugggh ) 'composite - all little offcuts glued together - looks shit ) Malcolm too took his own life, when it was time and he was no longer able to live as he wanted . ( Its not too bad an idea that - I have an unofficial agreement with my 'specialist' about that ) - I have another one I want to honour , but ... speaking of building .... I should get off line and into that . I hope to share another 'local gem' with you all tomorrow .

[ I am still trying to find the file on Jim Leacock - 'Old Jim' , its ancient , meanwhile I dug this up ... what people used to be like ) BILL CARPENTER . For a time, when i worked at the hospital I could not sleep at night, so I signed up for night duty. Back in those days, the old style hospitals could be a strange place at 3 am. As you know some patients cant sleep at night either. I remember one night I was walking along the corridor, past my wards and I heard a groaning sound coming from inside one of the rooms, so I stuck my head in to see what was happening. It was ... let me think ... what was his name? Mr. Carpenter I think. Anyway, I liked Mr. Carpenter, he was one of those patients that rarely complained, even though I knew he was in great suffering. So I went up quietly to his bed and asked, 'Everything okay Mr. Carpenter?' 'Oh, sorry, I'm having trouble sleeping. I didn't disturb anyone did I?' he said. 'It's alright, no one's disturbed. Do you want a sleeping pill?' I asked him. 'No thank you.' he replied. 'Actually, while you are here I might get you to give me a hand to go to the toilet.' 'Okay, or would you prefer it if I just got you a bottle?' I asked him. 'No thanks,' he said, worried that he might be a bother but then he said 'If you don't mind I might take a little walk to the toilet. I feel so stiff and heavy. A little walk might do me good.' What a dear sweet guy he was. So I helped him out of bed and we walked slowly down the corridor. He went into the toilet and I went back to the nurses station . Then I heard the toilet flush and got up from the desk and walked toward the toilet just as the assistance bell rang. I started helping Mr. Carpenter back towards his room but I noticed he hesitated and looked down the corridor in the other direction. 'Would you like to go for a bit of a walk and work out some of that stiffness?' I asked him. 'Oh no, it's alright, I don't want to be a bother.' he answered. - There! Again ... the guy is dying in hospital, yet he doesn't want to' be a bother' . So I tried to ease his concern a bit by making a little joke 'It's okay, they pay me for it.' I told him and smiled. He smiled back. 'We could go down the end of the corridor and sit in the solarium if you like?' I offered. " The solarium , at night ? " " Sure , be better looking up at stars than a hospital room ceiling . all night . " So he shuffled down the corridor into the solarium. I pulled one of the reclining chairs over to the large ceiling to floor windows for the best view of the night sky. I arranged some pillows on it, helped Mr. Carpenter into the chair, lifted his legs and placed a soft pillow under his knees and pulled over a chair for myself and sat next to him - I used to sit there a bit at night myself - when it was a quiet shift. So we sat there and we looked out at the beautiful clear night sky and stars. 'So, how is it going Mr. Carpenter, is everyone looking after you okay?' I asked him. 'Oh yes. Everyone has been great and very patient with me, I've got no complaints. I just feel a bit ... useless at times. I just wish this blasted disease would kill me now instead of dragging everything on and on ... useless and an annoyance, that's what I've become." Now he seemed to be getting more upset so I said, 'No way, Mr. Carpenter, I'd be bored stupid tonight if it wasn't for you.' Mr . Carpenter chuckled but it caused him some pain and he winced and held his side. 'I shouldn't complain,' he said, 'I've had a good life - a wonderful life ... it's just that ... I miss my wife.' he told me. 'Oh, I'm sorry,' I offered, 'hasn't she been able to come in and visit lately?' I asked him. 'Oh no,' he said, 'It's not that, my wife died six years ago.' he told me. 'Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize. Are you still finding it hard?' I asked. Mr. Carpenter nodded. 'What was she like?' I asked him. Mr. Carpenter's eyes lit up. 'Oh, she was a wonderful woman,' he told me, ' beautiful, resourceful, intelligent, kind, a fantastic wife and mother. She stood by me all those years, and, you know, all that time we never had one single argument.' 'Really?' I asked him, 'How long were you married for?' 'Sixty- three years.' he told me. 'Wow!' I was pretty impressed, I mean, that's a pretty good track record, so I had to make sure; 'Sixty-three years. That is a long time! And you say you never had an argument in sixty-three years?' I asked. 'No. Not that I can recall.' And he did seem to be running through his memory. 'Perhaps we had a disagreement now and then, but in sixty -three years I do not recall a bitter or angry word. The only shouting I recall is being called in to lunch.' he said. 'How did you meet her?' I asked. 'Oh, that's a bit of a funny story.' he said. 'Good, go on,' I encouraged him, 'I like funny stories.' So he started telling me his story. ''Alright then. Back in those days, in England ... I must have been about nineteen ... they would pay your fare on the boat, give you ten pounds and send you off to Australia if you wanted to emigrate. I was told it was a land of golden opportunities and I felt like changing the life I had back in England and I thought, Australia ... that sounds like an adventure, so off I went.' "The old 'Ten Pound Pommie? ' I asked . "Yes, that's it ." he replied . ''I had been told by others on the boat that when it docks in Sydney it was the custom for Australian families to come down to the docks and meet the new migrants. Sometimes they would invite them around to their house for dinner. But more was going on than that. These families often had a daughter of marring potential, they were actually looking for husbands, as, if an emigrant got married you could get a land grant and more funds and go out and start a farm. Well, when I got off the boat there were all these people waiting, all dressed up in their best clothes and welcoming the new emigrants. There were beautiful blushing daughters and dandified young men strutting about. 'I didnt have any contacts or relatives there and as you can see, I'm a pretty short little bloke and not much of a looker. I came from a poor background and my clothes weren't much but I thought, Oh well, I'll give it a go anyway. So ... um, I was a bit of a larriken back in those days, I noticed an old tea chest off to the side so I dragged it over and jumped up on it and waved my ten pound note in the air - that was fair amount of money back then - and I called out, My name is William Carpenter and I'm just off the boat, I'm not much of a looker but I'm an honest hardworking man and I'll make someone a good husband and I've got ten pounds. Who'll give me a go?" "By now I was totally transfixed, I shook my head in amazement. Mr Carpenter looked at me. 'Yes, go on.' I encouraged him. 'Well, then,' he continued, 'a girl, who I had previously noticed watching, came over to me and said, I'll give you a go. - It turned out she had no family, she was an orphan, that's why she was alone, she was pretty game coming there by herself ... anyway, that's how we met.' "By now I was quiet incredulous. 'You met her just like that? When did you get married?' I asked him. He continued, 'Well, she had a job but it was pretty bad and she lived in this little flat above a shop with one of the women she worked with. I stayed at a pub for a few weeks while we arranged the marriage.' 'And thats when you decided to commit to her?' I asked. 'No', he shook his head, 'we already decided to commit to each other on the dock, thats when we made the decision. So we got married, applied for the farm grant, organised supplies, a bit of livestock a wagon and off we went.' That seemed amazing to me so I had to ask, 'How did you ever set up a farm with such meagre resources?' 'How?' Now he seemed a bit confused. ' Well ... we worked hard, that's how. It got a bit easier after the kids got old enough to help.' 'Kids too!' I asked. 'Of course,' he told me, 'five beautiful children, three boys two girls, although the girls worked just as hard as the boys.' 'So you did all that and had five children?' Now Mr. Carpenter seemed more confused at my attitude. 'Yes, thats what happened back then.' he said. 'And you never had a fight through all of that?' I asked. 'No.' he simply said. 'Well ... I'm amazed.' I told him - and I was too. 'Why?' Mr. Carpenter asked. I was about to explain, but the night nurse, who I assisted on the ward , stuck her head into the solarium. 'What's going on in here?' she asked. 'You should come in and listen to this story, it's amazing.' I told her. She gave me a look, that said she wasn't interested and then she asked us, 'How about a cup of tea?' 'Yes please.' I said. I turned to Mr. Carpenter and asked him if he wanted a cup of tea. 'No thank you.' he said. The nurse left us to make the tea. 'You know Mr. Carpenter ... ' I began again but he interrupted me. 'Why don't you call me Bill?' he asked me. 'I always call patients by their surname,' I told him, 'its just a thing I do. I think its polite and respectful. They will let me know if they want otherwise.' He seemed to like that. Then he encouraged me to continue. 'Allright, go on.' he said. 'Okay. You know ... Bill ...' I continued and saw him smile. 'You know what I think? I think people have really lost that nowadays. People go through all sorts of things before they get married, long engagements, sex before marriage ...' ( Oooo, he winced at that one.) ' ... living together for years beforehand and they dont seem to have anywhere near the difficulties you had back then. And now, so often, it doesnt work.' He seemed in deep thought and then nodded slowly in agreement ... well, at least in comprehension, so I continued. ' ... So, whats the secret? How did you do it?' Mr. Carpenter thought a bit more so I waited for him to say something. 'Its no secret.' he told me, 'I suppose with all that work to do, a farm to run, food to produce, cows to milk, kids to raise, a busy country life, we just got on with it ... that and committent. I dont think people today understand committent. When you give your word - you keep it! Nowaadays they are all getting too spoilt and selfish ... think someone is going to hand life to them on a plate.' 'Yes, I often wonder about that,' I pondered out aloud. 'Things seemed to have changed so much in a short period of time.' 'Yes they have.' Mr. Carpenter agreed. 'I often wonder how the young ones coming through today are going to make it.' I said to him. Mr. Carpenter pondered upon that one himself. He looked tired, like he was about to nod off. So I asked him, 'Would you like to go back to your room now?' He looked out to the stars and said. 'I wouldnt mind just watching the stars for a while.' So I asked him, 'Would you like to sleep out here, I could get you a blanket and you could nap in the chair.' He said, 'Well, I wouldnt mind sleeping out here and just drift off looking at the stars ... if thats alright?' So I said, 'Bill, I reckon you can sleep wherever you want. You mate, are a national treasure!' He smiled at me, embarrassed. 'I'll go and get some blankets.' I said. I left the solarium, still agog at the story and went to the linen store. I imagined Mr. Carpenter looking out at the stars, now being surrounded by stars. The stars gradually moving past him ... or was he moving through them? Thats a strange thought, I thought to myself but now I imagined Mr. Carpenter zooming through space, stars speeding past. I shook my head to clear it of the strange 'night duty thought' and got a blanket and took it back to the solarium. When I got back he was asleep, so I put the blanket over him and smiled at him. I wondered if he was warm and felt his hand. It was very limp. I checked his pulse but couldnt find it. I checked his jugular pulse. There was none. I sat down in the chair next to him and held his hand. I looked into his face and closed eyes. A tear dropped from my eye and fell onto his hand . "I sat with him for a while. Then I got up and went back to the nurse's station. The other night nurse was there. 'Your tea is cold.' she said. 'Mr. Carpenter just died in the solarium.' I told her. 'What? Just now?' she asked and looked towards the emergency bell. I said, 'Lets not bother. He's down as 'not for resuscitation ' anyway. ' She looked at me and said, 'Yes, that's right ... he isn't.' She looked closer at me and said, 'Have you been crying?' " Yes . " " What, over Mr Carpenter ? " " Yes. "

Like a silvery echoing moon chimegong