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Unauthenticated Download Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM Journey North 339 Seeing his dad, he turns his face away weeping, filthy and greasy, no socks on his feet. By the bed my two young daughters 68 have a patchwork that goes just below their knees. An ocean scene with its waves torn, a former embroidery, its sequence of panels shifted. 1 Tianwu and the Purple Phoenix2 72 were upside down on their short tunics. I, the old man, was feeling bad and lay several days with vomiting and diarrhea. Of course I had money in my purse 76 to save you from shivering in the cold. I also undid packets of powder and mascara, sheets and blankets were amply arrayed. A light returned to my gaunt wife? s face, 80 and the innocent girls combed their own hair. They imitated their mother in everything, with morning make-up smeared on liberally. After some time they put on rouge 84 and painted wide brows helter-skelter. Back alive, I face these children and almost forget my hunger and thirst. Asking what happened, scrambling to pull my whiskers 88 who could glare or scold them just then? 1 That is, an old embroidery with a coherent sequence of scenes has been cut up into pieces for the girls? clothes. 2 Tianwu was an ocean god.