that was bittergourd plant a few days ago. today, someone cut off half of it and it's gone. what's left is the part hanging from the ceiling of the hydroponics, which is most prob dead by now cause the roots are gone.
Wonder what life will be like if i were a road sweeper. i would have no reports, no projects no splints to make and life would be happier. I would sleep easier. Then Valerie said something to the effect of appreciating splinting, dipping our splints into the heating pan for the 100th time, sticking our fingers in by mistake as well. which is true. :)
that was bittergourd plant a few days ago. today, someone cut off half of it and it's gone. what's left is the part hanging from the ceiling of the hydroponics, which is most prob dead by now cause the roots are gone.
Wonder what life will be like if i were a road sweeper. i would have no reports, no projects no splints to make and life would be happier. I would sleep easier. Then Valerie said something to the effect of appreciating splinting, dipping our splints into the heating pan for the 100th time, sticking our fingers in by mistake as well. which is true. :)
Although the fig tree shall not blossom
neither shall fruit be in the vines;
the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat;
the flock shall be cut off from the fold,
and there shall be no herd in the stalls:
Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.
Habakkuk 3:17-18
This lullaby is only a few words
A simple run of chords
Quiet here in this spare room
But you can hear it, hear it
Wherever you may go
I will let you down
But this lullaby plays on
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