It is 12:00 AM.
I met a neighbor.
I stood as the man swept the green flower petals on the side of the road. I greeted him, “good morning.” He greeted me, “Good morning!” He smiled.
I thanked him for sweeping the leaves from the road.
He said, “My country is bad.” “I want to return home. . .but it is [bad there]. The people . . . middle class . . . do well. But, all they want is more money. They have become corrupt.”
~ the land is rich, but the people began to plunder.
~ The government became corrupt.
He continued, “I got in trouble and had to leave [home] . . .”
~ his mind is clear and constance is clearer
~ he sweeps
I said, “I must go now. . . I have work.”
God blesses him.
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