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Nay Myo - Essays on Clarinet Players

Nay Myo - Essays on Clarinet Players

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Quiet time for children

The child's time for silence has come. The mother has finished telling the child the story. The bird has flown away. The mother has come to the house from a village. The prince has returned to the palace. The stars in the sky above seem to be listening to the child's silence. The child has come from his mother's arms to the bed. The child seems to be caressing the child. The child is smiling and laughing in his sleep. The child seems to be caressing the child. The child is sleeping quietly. The mother has wrapped the child in a thin blanket made of linen. The child is quiet. In the middle of the night, two old cows are chewing their cud in the stable. The wind smells of straw. The tails of the two old cows are wagging. They are chasing away the mosquitoes. A horse neighed from the stable. In the silence of the night, the neighing of a horse shook the world. What? The boy was sleeping quietly. The stream flowed gently. The boat tied to a stump on the bank swayed softly. Two old cows, who had just finished eating, were salivating. The scent of goats and flowers spread in the air. The night was sweet.

The smell of straw wafts from the cowshed. The child spirit is gathered around the child's body. It seems to be guarding the child. The child is quiet. Sleeping. The mother soaks the beans in water. The mother washes the fruit. The mother sifts the rice and puts it in a small pot. The mother recites the Mettā Sutta. In front of the house

The tree in the corner shook its leaves. The smell of straw drifted up from the stable. The stars in the sky above, as if they had heard the child's silence, smiled and smiled. The earth was quiet. The mother had finished reciting the Mettā Sutta. The night breeze flowed down the stream, swaying softly. The boat suspended from the stump was swaying softly in the stream. The clouds were moving. It was time to see the moon. The mother went to bed. She placed her right hand on her forehead and calmed herself. The child was quiet.

4.10.2018

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