I am down again. Thanks God, for letting me soar for a while though. You got to compare things. Like Laika, she's still soaring although she died four hours after take off some 40 odd years ago. At least God brought me down alive.
So here I am after some hard battles on the floorball court today, just longing to trade it in for some Spanish class on Thursday. Although, I already have a pretty good grasp of the language, "Que grande", "Rapido rapido" and "Tu eres un Toro".
Waiting for salvation
Karl
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