"I could say," her mother went on, "that living among the hakujin has tainted you, made your soul impure, Hatsue. This lack of purity envelopes you- I see it everyday. You carry it with you always. It is like a mist surrounding your soul, and it haunts your face like a shadow at moments when you do not protect it well. I see it in your eagerness to leave here and walk in the woods in the afternoon. I cannot translate all of this easily, excepts as the impurity that comes with living each day among the white people. I am not asking you to shun them entirely- this you should not do. You must live in this world, of course you must, and this world is the world of the hakujin - you must learn to live in it, you must go to school. But don't allow living among the hakujin to become living intertwined with them. Your soul will decay. Something fundamental will rot and go sour. You are eighteen, you are grown now- I can't walk with you where you are going anymore. You walk alone soon, Hatsue. I hope you will carry your purity with you always and remember the truth of who you are."
- Snow falling on cedars.
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This is very nice Anne. I love the way that you can make inferences from things and the way you are growing (reference to earlier post that I didnt comment on). I miss blogging.
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