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The morning smokes clouds across the sky. Gray and misty all around. There is only a faint light on the horizon. So it is with life... Learn to see the light. In everything.
An ancient tradition tells how a crown of thorns lay on the altar throughout Holy Week, but on Easter morning it was found turned into a wreath of fragrant roses; each thorn turned into a rose. So the crowns of earthly suffering in the warmth of Divine love turn into gardens of roses.
Remember: reality should not make you want to hide in your room under the bed, it should feel like velvet to you. Such a wonderful Viennese morning that smells of phenomenal pastries, and grass, and freshness in summer, and silence, and no one, and birds, and such water - blue-blue, transparent-transparent. And everything sparkles. And so quiet. And then you enter this water, and it hugs you. And she's holding you. This is how reality should feel to you. Here it is just like oil flows around you. Don't hide from reality under the bed. Synchronize with the world.
The morning of eternity is yours!
That morning was no different from any other. No love, no luck... No ride. Nothing new. On the highway I met a turtle. She went about her business. Like me, she was in no hurry to get where she was going. What I didn't know was that my time was running out.
Well, if you drink a cup of water often, then don't expect a headache in the morning.
- We don't have a name for them. 87th, Guatemala. The special squad went into the jungle. All aces. Six plus a coordinator from the CIA. Only one survived. In the report he wrote, they stumbled upon something. Gave a detailed description. Monster on the totem. He had a disguise that changed with the light. It was almost invisible to humans. He sees in infrared. Thermal spectrum. The fighter was smeared with mud. And he defeated him. The monster killed his squad one by one. Hunting and collecting trophies.
And headlessness.
To be found again in the morning.
After all, the WORLD, in spite of everything, is beautiful!
Just lying in bed.
The next morning has come, and she still shows me off to work in her warm and cozy sweater. So many years have passed, but she is the closest person.
Our city is nasty, and the police in it are even worse. I also wonder why dead bodies do not roll about on this square every morning.
Quote Explanation: Avinovitsky is a prosecutor
Before, I often thought: how does it feel to wake up your girlfriend with a kiss? And the next morning I finally found out.
Now it is light ...
