Make a yet to-last note. As usual, I can not enjoy a decent depression, respect hardly grown melancholy, or simply have a mundane feeling down.
So I sat myself on Saturday night, with no plans for what to do with it and he spoke. Ha, I said, given the particular circumstances of nature. He descended on me holy spirit and spoke in tongues. And exactly in English.
Holy Spirit took a half bottle of wine, which even after the radiant was left, though he went away soon after taking it mentioned languages. And I was willing to converse with friends from Spain, who at some time I will be practicing in his speech. Fajno, no?
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