Problems

Whoever wants to play, let's go.
Will you play with me?
I tried once to play with this small girl. All blond and fluttery. I went in to see from her eyes, to play from her mind and feel from her joy. But the joy became mixed with my saddness and when I fled the saddness stayed in her. No more fluttery, smiling she child only a curly ball in the grass. Now I think only of my Mita and see her in a curly ball in the grass and when I want to play I choose raccoons and skunks, their saddness centers on their children too.