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This 14th of May of 2025 is cloudy skies interspersed with blue spaces. I walked to the Roman Catholic church on St. Albans Road twice, once in the morning and again in the afternoon, my 12th and 13th times this spring. In the morning was confession for the little boys and girls in uniform. They were of different races, in the big worship hall. The priest was in the confession booth talking to a student. At the Adoration Chapel, I noticed a nice pot of orchids on the front left. In the afternoon, the big worship hall was mostly empty, a condition which I usually prefer. At the road was a handsome muscle man in white tank top jogging. The big purple-bloom tree seems like an Empress Tree, a Paulownia, because of the big heart-shaped leaves. Reminiscent of Jacaranda with its purple blooming, it's saudade for me about South America. At Tim Hortons café, I enjoyed Scrambled Eggs with Sausage and Potatoes and an Earl Grey Tea with oat milk in the morning, and an Iced Classic Lemonade in the afternoon. The day was full of walking. At home, I study bits of Lojban and Esperanto. I have many books in Esperanto. I tend towards Animism-Buddhism in my Syncretism.
2025 年 5 月 14 日，天空多云，间或有蓝色空间。我两次走到圣奧尔本斯路上的罗马天主教堂，一次在早上，一次在下午，这是我今年春天第 12 次和第 13 次。早上，穿着制服的小男孩和小女孩们在寬敞的礼拜堂里懺悔。他们来自不同的种族。神父在告解室和一个学生交谈。在崇拜小堂，我注意到左前方有一盆漂亮的兰花。下午，寬敞的礼拜堂几乎空无一人，我通常更喜欢这种状态。路边有个穿着白色背心的英俊肌肉男在慢跑。那棵开着紫色花朵的大树看起来像一棵皇后树，一棵泡桐，因为它有着大大的心形叶子。它让我想起开着紫色花朵的蓝花楹，让我对南美洲充满了怀念。在提姆霍頓斯咖啡馆，我早上享用了香腸马鈴薯炒蛋和一杯燕麥奶伯爵茶，下午又喝了一杯经典冰檸檬水。这一天我都在散步。在家，我学习了一些邏輯语和世界语。我有很多世界语书籍。我的融合主义傾向是万物有灵论和佛教。
We've just received intelligence that the enemy is waiting in ambush two miles down the road.
The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even in one term. But, America, I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we WILL get there.
Suddenly we looked down into a cup-like depression, patched with stunted oaks and furs which had been twisted and bent by the fury of years of storm. Two high, narrow towers rose over the trees. The driver pointed with his whip. “Baskerville Hall,” said he.