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Tuesday, Mar. 22, 2005 10:53 p.m.

skipped POB and went to grass island today. the weather wasn't very good. it's very misty. when i arrived at the island it's about 3pm. i had lunch at that restaurant with the very cute doggie. it tried to stand up with his rear legs and leant its front legs on my knees.

after lunch i tried to go back to my site which was on the south of the island. there's only one concrete path. but after following the road for a while, the path disappeared. there's a grave on the right. i moved on following the �s��. i would no longer see the village. there were more and more graves and many had been dug up. then i came to the first �����e���D�@the path on the left was buried by fallen leaves. so i turned right. then i saw more graves, and three black dogs as well. i immediately retreated before they could see me (but i'm sure they could hear me). i walked nonstop on the narrow leafy path, dared not look back. when i came to the end of the path, i found myself standing behind the old village school.

i told krist about this after going back to the studio. she said once she had walked that path too and found the concrete part at the beginning very misleading. today i saw only holes on the ground. krist saw opened coffins on that day. she guessed that there might be people trying to steal jewelleries from the coffins, and the dogs...

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