And then we were shivering again
By early afternoon, the gray wall of clouds was closer and the wind was picking up. We squeezed in a walk before they dropped a fine rain. Later on, we try to watch a bit of the end of the Olympics; what a waste of energy, time and money to "save face" or better the face of the country before the world. The herds will think otherwise, I'm certain.
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Your words are like poetry.
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