The blackness of last night has given away to a light blue sky and a landscape lit by a diffused sun.
Last night was terrible, there was rage in the new artist's studio were many people are involved but all are searching for their own ends, the artist's advancement is no more than a collateral appearance.
This is an abusive situation.
The German way of issuing commands as part of normal speech is hard on those ears accustomed to the mannerisms of English, and becomes impossibly confusing when they conflict with the demands of those with valid authority.
This is a source for misunderstandings.
Last nights tiredness led to a feeling of misery, and this mornings comfort in the warm bed led to a feeling of guilt. There is no help for it but to realise that there is a flawed structure in the soul here, a matter that may suffer analysis by those who have attained knowledge in the field, but can only be understood , not ever changed.
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