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Wednesday, 21st August
Anjei a wrüg dos arta – an lû trosüs bian. Spladn ew an gewer hedhyw; spladn ha tòbm. An flehes a bònyas oll a-dro gen aga gòdnys plastyk ha towla aga honan war an dor. Na ell flehes gwitha glan aga dilhas. Gwrewgh mires ort an dewlin na! E vedh (y fedh) cres e'n lowarth avorow, na vedh batelyow füg moy, brasow veth. Anjei a wra omweles war aga dama wydn ha sira wydn erel.
They did come again – the little, noisy army. The weather today is splendid; bright and hot. The children ran around with their plastic guns and threw themselves on the ground. Children cannot keep their clothes clean. Look at those knees! There will be peace in the garden tomorrow, there will be no more mock battles, no ambushes. They are going to visit their other grandmother and grandfather.
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