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Four tiny children. Playing in the dirt. A mother sits so idly by. A drum against her skirt. Their father's 'cross the desert sand. A spear in his grip. The oldest daughter shells some beans.
I don't know if I should go on with Gemini. I'm getting bored with it, and a new story is forming in my head. Maybe you guys could make up the ending and post it. This might be the last chapter.
No people were harmed in the making of this opuss This opuss opens like envelopes and binds like rope of the fine yarn to define what's dope it's so ruddy good like the stuff once smoked by the...
Bare skin picks off cold drops from rain-dampened leaves; thick, green and waxy in the half-light of the forest. Other, naked, pale forms run bare-foot across the leaf litter.
#household - loincloth. A s I sat in quiet thought. B ushmen appeared before me. O ld and weathered, yet so alive. R ed loincloths bright against their skin. I ntricate ocre patterns.
Zule fasted and cleansed himself for days as prescribed by the lawgivers before ascending into the holy place.
I look over at Hetro who had been restrained by two people, and when I look back two people are taking my arms, a little less forcefully, so I cannot react.
Listen up, tell you about the forgotten nights. A great treasure was to behold Brought down through ancient stories told.