Today I went to the temple. I love the peace I feel there. As I was leaving the temple, I and my mom paused and sat on a bench. It was raining and my father was bringing the car around. Due to the rain, there were a lot of umberellas in the lobby. A missionary came out and went to retrieve his umberella from the stack. I said, "Elder, what color was your umberella. He sighed, "Black." Poor guy. There were like 50 black umberallas. He was still there searching through umberellas when we left..
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