From sevenish to eight-fortyish.
[I realize I've never been victim to falling bird excrement. COULD TODAY BE MY LUCKY DAY?]
[TUNE IN NEXT WEEK TO F-]
And it'd've (buh?It'd've?) been better if the horizon wasn't blocked by vegetation and buildings. Gah. Then can see sunset.
At least there were nifty-looking pink and reddish clouds, right?
Naw, it was a pretty clear morning sky.
Oh.
But at the bend of the hill, there was this great flowery smell that I would huff in every time I passed. It smelt great.
Wootz!
Yep.
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Still early morning lah. Wan me type what thing
(HUNGRY MAAAAN)
-Zan
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