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As a little
preface.
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. I feel so guilty that I have abandoned my writing for such a long period of time because of my slight sickness. So I intend to fix my fault with my next guff story.
The day has been perfect! It began since morning when I woke up after a really beautiful dream about an expedition in one broken-down home. It was the rural home filled just with debris of the roof and ceilings. The remains of walls made of the old crumbly red bricks were thickly covered with ivy and tiny trees, growing on them. Suddenly among the heaps of old metal scrap and large piles of broken bricks I found a beautifully made rifle, and then I noticed as another one gleaming dully in the sunbeams with its well polished steel surface, overgrown with rigid twisted stems of bindweed, and another rifle was founded not far from the first ones and odd looking one again. In the short time I realized that I was surrounded by a group of people dressed in uniform of soldiers of the Confederate army as well as the Union army during the American Civil War. They almost instantly without saying a word decided to hang me by the neck from the brunch of a nearby tree (for my awful grammar obviously).
To be continued …
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. I feel so guilty that I have abandoned my writing for such a long period of time because of my slight sickness. So I intend to fix my fault with my next guff story.
The day has been perfect! It began since morning when I woke up after a really beautiful dream about an expedition in one broken-down home. It was the rural home filled just with debris of the roof and ceilings. The remains of walls made of the old crumbly red bricks were thickly covered with ivy and tiny trees, growing on them. Suddenly among the heaps of old metal scrap and large piles of broken bricks I found a beautifully made rifle, and then I noticed as another one gleaming dully in the sunbeams with its well polished steel surface, overgrown with rigid twisted stems of bindweed, and another rifle was founded not far from the first ones and odd looking one again. In the short time I realized that I was surrounded by a group of people dressed in uniform of soldiers of the Confederate army as well as the Union army during the American Civil War. They almost instantly without saying a word decided to hang me by the neck from the brunch of a nearby tree (for my awful grammar obviously).
To be continued …