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the bee as a concept of a flower 
28th-Oct-2018 10:34 am
It is 10:27 AM Sunday morning here in southwest Michigan. It is a cold gray rainy day. The colors are turning to a dirty brown now. Soon the leaves will be off the tree's for another season. Well not all tree's lose their foliage.

I better hurry up and write some words before I pass out from exhaustion. I do not remember what time I got up. I remember getting up and Carol telling me she was going to Meijer's to get her brother who is in the hospital health candy bars. I told her in my half awake state I would get dressed and go with her. So I got dressed quickly and off we went in the cold dark rain.

When we got home I put away the groceries and Carol left to visit her brother at the local hospital. I ate doughnuts for breakfast while messing with our main computer. After messing with our main computer I wrote in my paper diary and read my books. I am falling asleep so I need to suddenly end this.

This afternoon Carol and I are going to Caleb's for dinner. Yesterday I watched college football and read from a book titled,'The Origin Of Consciousness In The Break Down Of The Bicameral Mind' by Julian Jaynes.

I got to close since I am about to pass out from exhaustion.
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