Not far away from the green pine, without moon light it became a shadowy giant. Outline of the small brick houses with red roof on the river bend, a plume of wood smoke could be seen curling from a house's chimney under the stars .
A thin veil of wispy fog misted the lake. An orange tint of sunrise painted the beam of the pine, like a glaze of Zeus to the humble men-------poor Hellenic people strove falling to hell out of Troy for no reason.
I'm still on way. A long way stretches over the vast land before me.
It is so unreal to look at now. I will remember this picturesque scenery just as handing a flower freely its bloom that would fade one day.
In John 3:2 states that:
Beloved, I pray that in all aspects you may prosper and be in good health, just as your soul prosper.
It is a desire in my heart in a real way.
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