almost

Sometimes I wonder. Not about the walking or the writing of my private diary. Not about the picture taking. But about the online thing. It takes a lot of time.

I was in Salyan, but I really wasn’t. I was busy updating the blog:

One time I went out and had some potatoes:

Another time I went out and rested in my hammock for a little while.

And then there was the time when I realized that there was a picture in my room on the wall over my bed, and that it was almost beautiful in its ugliness:

Almost.

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