I went potato digging. When I stood in the field and felt the afternoon air, I remembered spending a lot of time outside as a child. The air was cold, and there was the smells of dried leaves. The soil was dry because it hasn’t rained for a while. It smelled a bit dusty but I could also feel some humidity in the air. It was nostalgic feeling.

What I want is so simple. I want to know the world through my own senses. 

There are a lot of sad stories in this world. Whenever I hear stories about the hopes of bright young girls being taken away, I feel so sad. 

I have always liked reading women’s biographies. I’ve always been drawn to the stories about women. 

The winter sky is exceptionally beautiful since the air is clear. The crescent moon looks beautiful as it shines.