De Gwener, ügensves mis Me
Friday, 20th May
De my a welas tycky Duw war ven. O va marow? Nag o. Therava ow howla y hònan. Ev a neyjas dhe ves, a-ûgh an breylu (ros) gwels e'n ke. Ma lies caja vras e'n corlan, ha meur a gednin gwels. Ma sawarn gwell dhe'n breylu.
Yesterday I saw a butterfly on a stone. Was it dead? No. It was sunning itself. It flew away over the wild roses in the hedge. There are many ox-eye daisies in the churchyard, and a lot of wild garlic. The roses have a better smell.
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