Post by alencherry on Oct 20, 2012 2:34:45 GMT -5
Always a few top days column, white floor, blue pond, green forest plexus owner faded dream. I see some of this House on the road and do not see a decline like Southerners face also seems much more serene and peaceful, but also do not see how what dreams. So, like a cloud-like, I drifted to the Mississippi River, Manchester City, floats like a green sea universities. The campus is surrounded by a glossy dark green trees, the center of the campus is the clarity of the pond, the pool of a white stone carving of the Virgin, one of Our Lady of the reflection pool. Wearing black clothes and black monks quietly on the lawn waving, a quietly ÓÆÓÎ of the clouds in the pool. College, or monastery? While I'm asked myself, have been sitting in front of the principal. In front of me is a red face, hanging the lonely smile: is wearing a black shirt shadow hanging lonely white-collar. First asked him the question that is on the road, I came up with, how do you know me, hired me to teach; first I have to say. "Last year, in a Dr. Du, we liked him he was gone, so you come." He does not like this place? "He also likes the place, but the reason he left is because of loneliness." The principals looked down. "Lonely" I thought to myself, "it seems, is not alone in this world there are local it!"