Afterwards, I took a walk with a girl named Miranda. She spent the first four years of her life in Holland, and was teased when she moved to Canada for her accent. She carries that grudge with her pretty heavily, and is an interesting person to talk to. We went to the train tracks cause I wanted to squish some coins:
Those are the marks they made next to them.
After, we got cake at Schwartz and then I got to take some time by myself to process everything that's happening since I've been here, which was really nice. Here's a picture of the sky from my room:
Psalm 10:17
You, LORD, hear the desire of the afflicted; you encourage them, and you listen to their cry,
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