My Dream Meal

Located on the hill overlooking the coastline of Cruz Bay in St. John's Island, America, there is a small restaurant called "Bordeaux Castle". Medium size deck stands out behind the restaurant. Nine tables are randomly placed in this courtyard, each with a white candle in the middle. One night, a bright wicker torch was placed on the balcony and it was about 6 feet apart. Overlooking the bay, the colorful light from the city center of the Caribbean reflects the shining waters of the coast.

My dream day secretly wishes that this man will propose in front of the Eiffel Tower under the moonlight rather than going to the stores in Paris or the Champs Elysées. No, this is not the day of my dream. The day of my dream is to cook together, stay inside, watch 1 or 2 movies, do not do anything. I know what is inside, but I can not find the urgency of obeying the trend. I am far from my waist (ster). I know where and what happened, but "Oh, the place is going up now, maybe there's not only Instagrammable, but also good food to try, never to ever try again Please try. "

Now I live in my car. I do not know where my next meal or the next dollar comes from, but yesterday I talked openly with a stranger about my dream at the skylight. Last week I learned photos from a friend who worked at PBS. Two weeks ago, I saw a sunset baptism in the Mexican desert. Three weeks ago I sat in an outside hot tub and drank roses under the stars and banana leaves. I know that opportunities come in many shapes and sizes, and the way I tell you to succeed becomes irrelevant. I also know that I would rather break my life and experience than on a rich and boring table. I wake up every day to grab opportunities as well as to grab opportunities. I have not disappointed until now.

I began to notice hunger, I do not know if I spent all day from the last meal: Dinner after Deploraball. It looks like a week ago. I blatantly ignored my property including media equipment when I suppressed me, damaging my reporting plan of the day, enjoying hot meals with friends and ongoing reporting. Finally, we arrived at Central Reservation. It is a colloquial about facilities where prisons and courts are mixed, which defines the procedure for reviewing major US cities. There, we will see the nominated magistrates who will ultimately read our prosecution to us. The black woman who carried us was more generous than the former driver When we stopped, we quickly opened the door and breathed. They opened it until we moved.

I was arrested by mistake in J20's coverage. Prosecutor's prosecution proves that the United States has matured against fascism