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On the ride here I bought lemonade. It is warm here, it was 80 degrees yesterday. I could roll the window down and stick out my hand and feel the warmest of breezes. On the side of the street there were two kids holding signs asking for donations for missions. Driving around here is almost dying every second, even though you are at a standstill longer than you are in motion. I listened to them talk about consumers and I've been laughing. I missed a hockey game, but it is interestingly fortunate that this illness is a condensed version of the older. I have seen quite the largest and most beautiful modern church. I attended a party where I was witness to overly-intoxicated people whom I was annoyed by slightly. There was a little Asian boy reading a manga on the floor of the bookstore, and he looked delightfully content, and I think he went through a whole series. I was bought a lottery ticket while I was at Sonic, where I could only faintly taste the food. We sat behind QuikTrip and laughed about that which wasn't a true convience store.
This time in the mall we didn't go down any escalators. He bought a gift card and then we looked at Eskimo Joe's for a brief two minutes, because we were going to be late. When my illness let me laugh more normally again I wanted to keep laughing. Well I think we'll be visitng today, now that the need to hide is over. I saw a motorbike and it was a depiction of Grace Cathedral Hill. I have two blisters on each foot. Perhaps I am not yet used to sandal-appropriate weather.
I feel that if I never returned back to that place, that if I just started a new sort of way here, that I would be content. But perhaps anywhere I would feel such a thing. If such a story were given life, I would remember everything before that like a dream, and smile softly when I would occasionally remember a fragment as if it came on the most delicate of winds.
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Later this day we went to the Riverwalk, or so it's called, a nice place but rather oddly put. It was exceptionally windy and it was 88 degrees. We sat next to the bar and the chips flew away and he leaned back and said, "I don't know what to do." I leaned over the railing and the water looked like something from a dream. He said that the river was a metaphor for the city; all dried up. And that the only wildlife were statues, and this was sad. They don't think so highly of this city, but I don't tend to be negative. Because it's pointless. Well unfortunately I must leave tomorrow, but it was quite nice, I must say. The wind is so lovely here.
This time in the mall we didn't go down any escalators. He bought a gift card and then we looked at Eskimo Joe's for a brief two minutes, because we were going to be late. When my illness let me laugh more normally again I wanted to keep laughing. Well I think we'll be visitng today, now that the need to hide is over. I saw a motorbike and it was a depiction of Grace Cathedral Hill. I have two blisters on each foot. Perhaps I am not yet used to sandal-appropriate weather.
I feel that if I never returned back to that place, that if I just started a new sort of way here, that I would be content. But perhaps anywhere I would feel such a thing. If such a story were given life, I would remember everything before that like a dream, and smile softly when I would occasionally remember a fragment as if it came on the most delicate of winds.
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Later this day we went to the Riverwalk, or so it's called, a nice place but rather oddly put. It was exceptionally windy and it was 88 degrees. We sat next to the bar and the chips flew away and he leaned back and said, "I don't know what to do." I leaned over the railing and the water looked like something from a dream. He said that the river was a metaphor for the city; all dried up. And that the only wildlife were statues, and this was sad. They don't think so highly of this city, but I don't tend to be negative. Because it's pointless. Well unfortunately I must leave tomorrow, but it was quite nice, I must say. The wind is so lovely here.