Monday, June 28, 2010

East River and Brooklyn Bridge


Dear Tom,

This is a photo of the famous Brooklyn Bridge and the East River in New York city or Manhattan.
This morning I turned on my computer to see if you were on line and you were not includng your brother Benny.
So I guess you are having electricity problems.
I am wondering what is the size of india in comparison to the United States?
It is a little chilly now on this Monday at 1:32 p.m. I just finished lunch and now I will take a siesta or a nap for around 30 minutes.
o
Frank
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Saturday, June 26, 2010

Freedom and Silence


It is now 9:15 p.m. on this Saturday evening and where you are Thomas it is Sunday morning and you are at Mass at this moment I presume.Today is the 13th Sunday in Ordinary time.Today our Brother Jesus "resolutely determines to journey to Jerusalem". He uses his own human freedom to follow the path tht leads to his death."You and I are also called to this freedom. For freedom Jesus has set us free".Freedom is the experience of the deepest truth of ourselves; it is the capacity to confront our own destiny; it is the capacity for our own happiness.Freedom is humble, passionate, total dedication to God in our own daily life. It is our freedom that Jesus appeals when he says to us "Follow me" as he follows his own human freedom all the way to the fulfillment of his Father's will.It is silent now in my room although I can still hear cars and trucks on the highway just outside the garden of our yard. Silence is a very special gift, a time to pause and to reflect and this is the purpose of Sunday to take time to rest and to reflect and to listen to what God has to say in the silence of your heart.
You are certainly following in the footsteps of St. Francis in taking care of the needs of your friend the Doctor and also his wife.

Have a nice Sunday, Tom.
your brother,
Frank
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Adios


Dear Tom,

This is the last photo that I took of your Brother Benny in Cochabamba, Bolivia. He was returning to Valle grande in an old bus. This was after the death of your dear Father.
He has been busy these days and very tired in carrying wood and also chopping wood.
He is not staying up to late these days which is good.
I have a new web cam and I disengaged the webcam on my computer. So the new one seems to be clearer and also picks up the sound very good as well. I believe that you now have the computer that he bought here in Cochabamba.
The weather continues to be warm and no really cold weather here even though we are now in Winter. They have mentioned that it will be very cold weather after the feast of St. john the Baptist but it isn't true so far.
Everyone here is clued to the television and watching the soccer games from South Africa. United States is now playing against ghana. It was a tied score of 1 to 1 the last time that I checked.
Well this is all that I have to say on this Saturday afternoon.
Take care of yourself which is very important and I am pleased that the Doctor is feeling better.
your brother,
Frank
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june 27tn, 2010


The Path to Life
Barbara E. Reid JUNE 21, 2010

Thirteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time (C), June 27, 2010“I will follow you wherever you go” (Lk 9:57)

T he threats from the loggers and ranchers and their hired gunmen were coming more frequently. Some urged her to leave or to desist her relentless outcry against the devastation of the Brazilian rainforest. But Dorothy Stang, S.N.D., would not leave the poor farmers whose homes and livelihood were in peril. She forged on through almost impassable muddy roads to reach them, to read the Scriptures and pray together, to bolster their courage to stand up against injustice and to urge them to live in harmony with the rainforest, with God and with one another. Her resolute journey ended when she was gunned down on February 12, 2005.
In today’s Gospel we see the same resolute determination on the part of Jesus not to deviate from the path on which he has set out, to advocate for life for the most vulnerable. The opposition against him is mounting, and he knows it. He chooses not to turn back. There were still many ancient hatreds that needed healing, one of which was the enmity between his people and Samaritans. He tries to meet them in their own territory, but they will not receive him. The infuriated disciples want to do as Elijah did (2 Kgs 1:10) and call down on them fire from heaven. Jesus instead urges them to peaceably journey on to another village with him.
En route Jesus encounters three potential followers. Many commentators understand these as people who are initially enthusiastic but are not able to embrace the serious demands of discipleship once Jesus articulates these. But each encounter is left open-ended, and we are not told whether or not the person does ultimately follow Jesus. They all pose questions to us about our own commitment to follow Jesus all the way to Jerusalem.
The first person approaches Jesus, expressing a desire to follow him. With words akin to Ruth’s profession of loyalty to Naomi (Ru 1:16), the first says, “I will follow you wherever you go.” This potential disciple rightly voices that following Jesus requires whole-hearted dedication to him. In reply Jesus warns that his is an itinerant mission that demands mobility to go where the needs are and a letting go of any possessiveness, even of a bed of one’s own.
In the second encounter, Jesus initiates the call to follow. This person wants to take care first of filial obligations to his parents. Jesus invites him to embrace a larger family obligation: to extend his concern for life to all God’s family as his kin and to proclaim well-being for all in God’s realm.
The third person, like the first, initiates the encounter and expresses a desire to follow Jesus, asking to bid farewell first to his family, as did Elisha when called by Elijah. Jesus warns that any who come with him will not be able to return to what was before. They are forever changed and must proclaim the reign of God. Just as Dorothy Stang could not leave the people she had come to love in her 40 years of ministry in the Amazon rainforest, so disciples must follow the path of Jesus until their own moment of being “taken up” in death and resurrection.


We do not know whether the three would-be disciples accepted these sobering challenges and continued on the way with Jesus. If the conditions Jesus sets forth seem daunting, Paul reminds us that this is not a yoke of slavery we take up, but a freeing power to live by the Spirit. Just as Elijah clothed Elisha with the mantle of his prophetic power, so Jesus’ disciples are wrapped in the protective cloak of his loving spirit.
Praying with Scripture
• How have you experienced the freedom of life in the Spirit?
• In what ways have you not been able to “go back home” once you chose to follow Jesus?
• How do you resist “calling down fire from heaven” on those who oppose God’s reign?
Read "The Word" column on the same readings from three years earlier.
Barbara E. Reid, O.P., a member of the Dominican Sisters of Grand Rapids, Mich., is a professor of New Testament studies at Catholic Theological Union in Chicago, Ill., where she is vice president and academic dean.

Friday, June 25, 2010

rain drops


Escaping Unfreedom
by Joyce Rupp on Jun. 25, 2010

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As I was leaving for work one morning, I opened the door to the apartment and found a frightened, disoriented blackbird flying in the stairwell between the second and third floors. As it flew about in search of its freedom, the small bird kept hitting itself on the walls and ceiling. I opened the hallway door to the next floor where there was an open window for the scared creature to fly out.
I tried to shoo the bird toward the window, but it kept going back to the small stairwell space. As I hurried down the steps, I hoped that the panicky bird would find its way out. But that evening when I returned home, I sadly found an exhausted bird lying there, dead.
Later as I reflected on my day, I thought about that dead bird. It was such a vivid picture of disorientation and unfreedom. The bird had no sense of a larger world. It had fixed its sights on that small space, seeing it as the only reality, and had missed the freedom of the open window. It was too caught up in its own fear and confusion to see a way out.
The blackbird reminded me of a scripture story with which I have often felt strangely connected: the man who was out of his mind and roamed among the tombs, gashing and hurting himself with stones. The story tells us that Jesus came and restored the man “to his senses” (Mark 5:1-20).
I am not exactly sure why that story resonates so much with me. I think, perhaps, it is the part of me that yearns for inner freedom yet hides from it at the same time, the place in me that resists coming home to my truest self. It is in this unfree place that I hide from what will bring me to greater wholeness.
How can I resist the invitation to personal wholeness, to be my truest self, when I am always yearning for this in my life? Yet, I do resist it. There are times when I allow my fears, my anxieties, or confusions to keep me from making a change in my life that would be for my growth.
Sometimes it has been something rather simple, like trying on a new style of behavior. For example, I recognize this happening in me when my life and work call me to be in a “high extrovert” situation, meeting and greeting new people, entering into long hours of socializing and relating to strangers. The part of me that knows how delicious it feels to be an introvert wants to run and hide, to not reach out, to close my inner door and go home to solitude and quiet. But each time I fight my resistance to stay with my old introverted behavior, I have been greatly enriched by the people whom I have met. They help me to discover the larger truths of my life. They give a balance to my introversion; thus, I am made more whole.
From The Star in My Heart: Discovering Inner Wisdom by Joyce Rupp
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Thursday, June 24, 2010

Sacre Heart Church


This is our parish church in North Quincy, it is called Sacred Heart Church.
The parish was Irish but it has changed now with Black people, Chinese and other nationalities. There are three priests that live in the rectory next to the church. Also an elementary school with grades from pre kinder to the 8th grade.
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North quincy


This is the house of my parents which is located at 64 Walnut street. It was a quiet neighborhood because it was a dead end street.
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Melissa


In this photo is my niece Melissa, the daughter of Bernardine.
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my sisters


Dear Tom.

I am sharing with you a photo of my two sisters, on the left is my sister maureen and on the other side of me is my sister Bernrdine who has blond hair. The photo is taken at the port for small boats and yachts called Squantum and only a short distence from the house of my parents, actually around 10 minutes or less.
Maureen has two daughters, one of them Eileen is married and has four sons, the husband of Maureen died a few years ago suddenly due to a cold or flu.
My sister Bernardine has two children a son and a daughter. Jimmy is the son and he has two children and Melissa is not married yet bu has a boyfriend she works in the Massachusetts General hospital in Boston.
Both sisters live outside the city of Boston.. Maureen is in Attleboro and the other in Kingston. About an hour drive from Boston.

Thanks for trying to make contact with me the other day. I was away from the computer around Noon time.
Today is the feast of St. John the Baptist, June 24th. The Bolivians had a lot of celebrations last night with fireworks and bon fires. So there is a lot of smoke in the area. I went to Mass this morning at 8 a.m. at the Church of San Juan de Dios.

your brother,
Frank
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Tuesday, June 22, 2010

fresh fish and clams


Here is some fresh fish from the Pacific ocean here in Talcahuano in Southern Chile.
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the Port of Talcahuano


This is the fishing port of Talcahuano and you can see the boats in the distance and also the seals looking for fish as well as some sea gulls. The city was destroyed during the earthquake in February and it will be rebuilt. This photo was taken in January 2010.
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our house


This is where I lived when I was at the La Asuncion parish house in Talcahano, Chile. I was assigned to this parish in 1972 and this was my first mission assignment.
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La Asuncion School - Chile


Dear Tom,

I am sharing with you a photo of our Maryknoll school - elementary and High school complex in the Navy port town in Talcahuano, Chile.
The school had more than 200 teachers and over a 2,000 students with classes in the morning with two schedules from 8:00 a.m. to 1:30 p.m. and another group of students for the afternoon classes from 2:00 p.m. to 8:00 p.m.
As you can imagine it was a full schedule with around 40 students in the classroom. I was at this school which was elementary and High school for 15 years.
The school was turned over to the Archdiocese of Concepcion. I visited this school last January for the first time in several years. It was nice to see the place again. I stayed with a family for a week.
Well it was nice seeing you again today just before I went to have my lunch. I was in my office when you made contact and also your brother Benny was in contact.
I was in contact on Monday and I didn't know that his superior was with him as well.
So it is kind of risky to make any comments and he probably knows some English but I am not sure.
Today is a warm day and we are in Winter. Yesterday was the first day of Winter, June 21 and in the Southern Hemisphere it is now Summer.
I am glad that you are reading the blogs and with some news that I can send you. You know that you can write something below this under comments. More so since you have a gmail e-mail address.

Well this is all for now. I will be looking forward to hearing from you again.

lots of love,
Frank
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Monday, June 21, 2010

New Year June 21, 5518 Aymara or Andean culture


This morning I woke up late because it is a holiday here in Bolivia. It is the Aymara New Year 5518 in this Andean Culture. Being June 21st, it is also the change of seasons, this this hemisphere which is the Southern Hemishere it is the beginning of Winter and in the Northern Hemisphere it is the beginning of Summer.
The photo of the sunrise was exactly at 7:45 a.m. this morning. The sun pops up over the nearby Andean mountains. Theround shape building that you see is our water tower.
A lot of water comes from the mountains.
Bolivia is a multinational country due to the difference native peoples that live here in the country.
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Sunday, June 20, 2010

June 20th, 2010


This photo was taken at the beach near Curico, Chile. It is the water of the Pacific Ocean and the foam looks like soap which is gathered around the rocks.
Today is Father Day in the United States. A time to rmember our Fathers.
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Saturday, June 19, 2010

St. Anthony of Padua

The Land of Simple Contemplation
By Joyce Rupp

Companion of my Solitude,sometimes I think that half of meis well-lodged in another world.On rainy days, in times of solitude,my spirit pulls and tugs,crying for home in that other space.All the things herethat give my life rhyme and reasonfade from view.I am left with the longingto put down my swordof busynessand dwell in the landof simple contemplation.
Raindrops on the cottage roof,bird songs in the woods,the taste of morning air,the stillness of the forest,all these draw me beyondto where the other half dwells.
Companion of my Solitude,keep encouraging me to take timefor my inward journey.Help me to be faithfulto this essential element of my life.
“Come to me, you who desire me …-- Ecclesiasticus 10:19
Journaling:
What do you appreciate most about solitude?What do you appreciate least about it?What is your life like when you do not have any solitude in it?
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Thursday, June 17, 2010

Thursday June 17th, 2010

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Hello Tom,
It was nice to talk with you today Thursday in the morning here in Cochabamba and in the evening in India.
I just wanted to make sure that you understand my feelings in reference to your own e-mails to me thinking that I was angry at you which was not true at all.
And I was thinking that you might have gotten that imprression from your own brother Benny.
When you tell me that "You love me" and I understand that very well and I personally feel very close to you ever sine I made my first contact with you by e-mail or on the webcam.I could never be angry with you and more so since you are so far away from me and livng in another country and culture which is so different from mine.
The title of the reflection for last Sunday was on "The Compassion One" putting emphasis on our true Brother who is Jesus. His reaction to the sinful woman who came and washed his feet withher tears and wiped them dry with her own hair, as well as anointed his feet with a special ointment from the alabaster flask. And kissed his feet many times showing her true love for him as well as being claimed a sinful women. The Pharisees and even Simon thought that Jesus did not know who this woman was and the reputation that she might had in the town. But they were certainly mistaken and Jesus told her that her that her sins are forgiven and your Faith as Saved you.
We are also sinners and it is through our own Faith that we too ask for forgiveness. It is in our own youth that we have been approached by someone who has had a strong influence on our personal life and has made a complete changed.
I have had this experience as well as you have. It is difficult to change and probably more so from your own culture which isn't Christian and the influences are a lot different from mine.
Also in your own country, it is a taboo this type of thinking or even actions. In fact it is probably quite hidden.
So I know how it must feel to be with someone that you know and love and in this case the Doctor. And I have respect for him because that he was with you during this time of the tragic death of this little boy in the school.Which I am sure as affected your own thinking and knowing that life is so fragile and in a minute we are here and the next minute we are not here.
So I don't make any judgements on this what so ever and more so for being so far away. But knowing that you love me is very important for me. I have gone through the same experiences as you are going through now.
I have special friends in my life that are very close to my heart. I have enjoyed being with thim when I was close to them in Chile, and in the United States.However being far away from them now makes it different and a time for reflection at times. But my love for each one still continues.
When I met your brother at the Maryknoll language school now two years ago and I was aware of his orientation and he knows that I was keeping my distance from him. It is a policy here in not getting involved with students who are here at the language school for a short period of six weeks or five months.
Your brother was insistant to become my friend. He was very kind and generous with our Maryknoll community here. He was in a situation at San Francisco that wasn't too pleasant and also the experience at his mission assignment Vallegrande wasn't pleasant either.But your brother made many fiends with the students and also with the teacchers as well as some people in this city of Cochabamba and also in his place in Vallegrande.Unfortunately it didn't work out for him and the death of your Father was the turning point in his life and wanting to return home to India so that he could be close to his and your mother.He was thinking of leaving the community in recent months but I feel that Benny is doing fine in his new assignment which is important and also being with a Brother that is a classmate of yours.
These are the thoughts that I want to share with you today, Thursday. The blog is private because it is only to you as you know.
The photo of me is taken by the Charles River in my home town of Boston Massachusetts.
So I deeply appreciate your love for me which is the same for me and my care for you and knowing that you and I are the same when we are thinking about feelings etc. That is a part of our life as Brothers and also knowing that our Brother Jesus is one of true compassion and love for each one of us.your brother,FrankAs you can see that I have changed the name of this blog to "Hello again".
Take a look at my pants to see if I have a big hard cock?? I think you can see it.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

A Prayer fior you


A prayer of the Trappist Monk Thomas Merton
My Lord God
I have no idea where I am going.
I do not see the road ahead of me.
I cannot know for certain where it will end.
Nor do I really know myself,
and the fact that I think I am following
your will does not mean
that I am actually doing so.
But I believe that my desire to please you
does in fact please you.
And I hope that I have that desire
in all that I am doing.
I hope that I will never do anything
apart from that desire.
And I know that if I do this
you will lead me by the right road
though I may know nothing about it.
Therefore will I trust you always
though I may seem to be lost
and in the shadow of death.
I will not fear,
for you are ever with me,

I hope that this prayer is very powerful and I hope it will be for you as well Thomas. frank
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Saturday, June 12, 2010

sunday june 13th, 2010

Great Forgiveness, Great Love

the cover of America, the Catholic magazine

Eleventh Sunday in Ordinary Time (C), June 13, 2010
“Her sins, which were many, have been forgiven; therefore she has shown great love” (Lk 7:47)

H ow do you make amends when you know you have hurt someone deeply or when you become aware that your patterns of life choices cause great harm to others? Sometimes you can kiss and make up with the hurt person. But at other times it is not possible to repair the damage to the ones directly affected. Even as remorse and relief flood over you when you become the recipient of forgiveness, you search for how to express the love and joy that come from being freed from guilt. Today’s Gospel captures a scene in which a woman who was known as sinner, and who had experienced forgiveness, pours out her joy and gratitude toward Jesus in lavish demonstrations of love.

The rest of the woman’s story is lost to us. We do not know her name or where she came from or any other details of her life. We do not know what kinds of sins she had committed, nor how she met Jesus. We do not know when or where it was that he had absolved her from her sins (the tense of the verb apheontai, “have been forgiven,” in verse 47 indicates an action that happened in the past whose effect endures into the present). We have only one small slice of her life, a moment in which she takes advantage of the open door for poor people to partake of the scraps of a banquet, and she enters the home of Simon to seek out the one whose kindness and love had set her free. She finds the guests reclining on cushions, reaching into the center to partake of the food, with their feet extending out into the room. She spots Jesus, and in an extravagant gesture of love, she mingles her tears of joy with precious perfume and anoints his feet.

This act is open to misinterpretation. Simon, the host, immediately harbors judgmental thoughts. He is certain in his knowledge that the woman is a sinner, and he is unaware of the forgiveness she has experienced. He is just as certain in his judgment of Jesus: he cannot be a prophet. Much as the prophet Nathan used a parable to bring King David to repent of his murder of Uriah (see the verses immediately preceding today’s first reading), Jesus tells Simon a parable aimed at getting him to repent of his false judgment and to open himself to the forgiveness Jesus offers.

The point of the parable is easy to grasp: great love flows from having been forgiven much. While Simon easily grasps this in story form, we are left to wonder if he got the point when Jesus brings his attention back to real life and asks him to look again at the woman. Jesus retells what he saw: great gestures of love outpoured that sprang from having received great forgiveness. He contrasts her great capacity to receive forgiveness and give love with Simon’s puny capacity and invites the Pharisee into this expansive love. As the story ends we do not know how Simon responded. Did he accept Jesus’ offer, or did he join his table companions in murmuring critically about Jesus’ ability to forgive? The story turns the question toward us as well: How do we perceive forgiven sinners? How do we ourselves respond to Jesus’ offer of forgiveness and love?

The scene that follows provides an exemplary response. Having been healed of severe illness, Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Susanna and other Galilean women expend all their monetary resources (this is the connotation of the Greek word hyparchonton) for Jesus and his mission.

Praying with Scripture

• Ask Jesus to expand your capacity to receive forgiveness.

• How have you been freed so as to extend lavish love to others?

• Ask for the grace to suspend judgment and to perceive grace at work in others.

Read "The Word" column on the same readings from three years earlier.

Barbara E. Reid, O.P., a member of the Dominican Sisters of Grand Rapids, Mich., is a professor of New Testament studies at Catholic Theological Union in Chicago, Ill., where she is vice president and academic dean.

June 12, 2010

The Energies of the Spirit of God

When we come face to face with the challenge of self-giving, when we are asked to go the extra mile, to take the risk of reaching out to another, to offer forgiveness to the heart that rejects us…
Spirit of God, fill us with the energy of your love.
When our world seems bleak, when we walk with sadness written on our soul, when we have days during which everything goes wrong…
Spirit of God, stir the energy of your joy within us.
When anxiety and concern take over our spirit, when restlessness or boredom holds sway over us, when our world cries out in distress and turmoil…
Spirit of God, deepen in us the energy of your peace.
On those days when we hurry too much, during those times when our anger flares because our pet agendas aren’t met, when we stop giving people our acceptance and understanding…
Spirit of God, create in us the energy of your kindness.
As we face the shadow of our inner world or peer into the darkness of our outer world, as we struggle to believe in our own gifts and blessings…
Spirit of God, strengthen in us the energy of your goodness.
In those difficult times when fear threatens to drown our trust in you, during those experiences of growth when we are tempted to doubt all the ways we have known you…
Spirit of God, renew in us the energy of trusting you.
When harshness or abruptness dominates our moods, when we feel challenged by the power of another, when we use the things of this good earth…
Spirit of God, bless us with the energy of your gentleness.
As we walk on the edges of life and death, as we struggle with the disciplines of spiritual growth, as we yearn to be faithful amid the many changes of inner and outer growth…
Spirit of God, move us with the energy of your guidance.
Spirit of God, you are the stirrings in our hearts. You urge us to get going. You prompt us to follow. You encourage us not to give up. You call us to open our minds and our hearts to receive your energizing, transforming radiance. Make us receptive so that we will follow your loving movement within our lives. We trust in your powerful presence within us. Amen.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

my english student


This is my Franciscan Priest, Fr. Vargas who is my student of English at the Hospicio Church in Cochabamba.
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the sink in my room.

You can see my shadow on the blue panel. This is where I shave in the morning after taking my shower.......ummm The sink is in the room but the showers are located in another room.
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my computer and desk

I am writing to you on this computer on this Thursday afternoon. Sharing with you the place that I live at in Cochabamba, Bolivia.
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my library


This is my library of Books, with a great emphasis on the life of the Trappist monk Thomas Merton.
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another view


You can see my plants as well as my bed. The wall outside on the property separates a highway from our property. There is a lot of traffic, especially trucks on the road day and night. The mountains are in the background which you cannot see due to sunshine in the afternoon.
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my bed room

My bed and plants. Taken at 2:15 p.m. today Thursday June 10th. Please join me.
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expresso cafe

Having a cup of coffee at the Coffee shop in Cochabamba yesterday Wednesday.
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