Sunday morning and afternoon, under the winter blue sky of March
Sunday morning, people, and especially the message in Sunday service, spoke too fast to listen to.
Actually I could move, speak, listen, and perceive too slow.
I barely understood the core of the pastor's message. His highness.
I really enjoyed flying a paper craft plane. I also enjoyed playing with an empty can with a two-year-old boy. There was much snow left on the garden of the church. I made and threw snow balls, but I didn't count how many.
After I left church, I walked and jogged for lunch. I rented some CDs on the way home. I ran and jogged about 5 kilometers there and back. It was little bit cold, but it was sunny day. The blue color of the sky was really beautiful, when I saw in the garden of the church, when I left the chapel for a while to cope with the yellow light next to the meltdown.
Actually I could move, speak, listen, and perceive too slow.
I barely understood the core of the pastor's message. His highness.
I really enjoyed flying a paper craft plane. I also enjoyed playing with an empty can with a two-year-old boy. There was much snow left on the garden of the church. I made and threw snow balls, but I didn't count how many.
After I left church, I walked and jogged for lunch. I rented some CDs on the way home. I ran and jogged about 5 kilometers there and back. It was little bit cold, but it was sunny day. The blue color of the sky was really beautiful, when I saw in the garden of the church, when I left the chapel for a while to cope with the yellow light next to the meltdown.
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