the story

A simple story of the last days of the year.

Last day of year 92 was like 91. Weeks weather was really good.

I even skipped the cold was too late months at least very serious problem.

But the fun did not start this second week of bad weather.

But the days pass by and I really believe this is what I strive for my goals. Goals unattainable dream and not another.

I have been on more limited than previously thought, with all the effort that my status has not changed from the past.

And today, the thirteen days of 93 years ago. Anything not a problem. Lives and opportunities continue to open up to an hour before death.

And God has given me grace, the life of several years. Has knowledge of all things.

And it certainly helps me.
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