I had to wait to tell you because there wasn't enough light to write. I'm happier than I've ever been. I woke to a grand miracle, a rattling amazement; sometime in the dark, Bijou attacked my face, not sparing any place with her tongue, she soaked me from forehead to chin. Once I got her calm, and her tongue out of my face, she curled beside me, and we slept the rest of the night. It's peaceful under the driftwood shelter I built, warm and dry from the coastal rain.
The morning sky is hidden behind endless clouds as far as I can see. I think I'm going to die from double pneumonia. I walked as far as I could yesterday, without shoes. It's not all beach and sand, but jagged rocks and steep hills which are impossible to climb over. I found red earth clay near the beach cliffs and a patch of strawberries, so I named the place Strawberry Clay; now I'm not as lost.
If I don't die from pneumonia, I'll die from starvation, we don't have any food. I won't be able to write at night as before because it gets real dark here. So, I'll sleep early.
