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One week has passed since I posted the last article. My sense of time seems to be changing. I've thought that is just three days or so.

It's a quarter to two in the morning. It is going to be colder in this weekend. The winter becomes genuine.

Today, I climbed small mountain or large hill for my exercise. The place had big scenery and I was refreshed. It was almost evening.

I ran fast on the stairs at that hill. There were a lot of left leaves and those made sounds by my steps. That was also interesting experience. Because there was no rainy day in this week, the ground was dry.

I rest at the small bench after that exercise. It was rather tasty fatigue. At that time, my ipod also send me something tender.

I went home before the sunset.

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I read a lot of pages of Japanese novel on this afternoon. It is so rare. Probably because of that, I wrote longer Japanese article for my blog. I should remember that. Novel might be more expression stuff than technical books. I may need more Japanese novels rather even literature to write my article. My thought is possibly familiar with literature. No matter how big power tries to deny that, I need to keep that in order to express something important for me.

Writing up to here, I noticed another. But well, it might not be so difficult.

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Suddenly, I noticed I have sort of English skill. Whenever I feel the difficulty to write something in Japanese, I usually depend on English, sometimes so deeply. It might be nice idea and that might be the biggest reason of the keeping of these blogs.

I poured some coffee from the bottle to my cup, probably expecting a sort of effect. I'm waiting for something. Actually, it takes time. I know that I know that.

Anything takes me time. I also need time just to recover my normal feeling or sense. That might not be so difficult but always takes considerable time. I just need to waiting for the time to come. I'm impatient.

Listening to my favorite music, I'm sipping some coffee in the cup. That might be my style to spend time. Sometimes, it is long, but sometimes it is short. I cannot predict the length itself.

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