A long, long time ago, in the olden days when men were men and so were women, a beautiful baby was born. His parents were so proud and happy, but then they noticed that he had a shining golden belly-button. They were shocked and confused and so were the doctors, but the doctors always were, so that didn’t matter. They gave him all sorts of tests and looked in his mouth and under his arm-pits. They were all there (his mouth and armpits) so they decided that everything was in working order and his parents were told to shut-up, that their baby was perfect and the golden belly-button didn’t
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No, not a good day for hunting but there had been a whole moon-turn of bad hunting days and hunger drove the hunter
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As I stand on the mountain-top, the world looks so small and beautiful; a quiet blue haze. I start on my way down and clumsily dislodge a small rock that clatters and bumps its way down the path ahead of me … an ordinary day turns into an inspirational one as I converse with the sun, sea, sky and Mother Earth. They both shatter and uplift me and I am no longer the same
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Tony wasn’t the biggest boy in class but he soon realized that winning was not about size but action and intent – if you went in first, with enough fury and gestures and with absolute certainty of winning, the fight was yours. And so a fighter he became, with every success proving (yet again) his was the only way. He could beat any boy in class but it was a few simple words that had him beaten
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Some very serious people visit Melinda and her mother, belinda, the local “massage therapist”. No one is quite sure what is going on, especially Melinda, who finds the serious people quite perplexing … and they find her mother equally perplexing. So, what is really going on here? We may never know
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In the boat with Asharif are three very wealthy and elegantly dressed people. The man has a grand hat and many layers of flowing robes, while the women are dressed in much lace and silk, with delicately embroidered parasols.
As Asharif rows, he doesn’t think about the disparity between these sophisticated people, with their fine talk and smooth skin, and his own blunt manner and blistered hands. These people of high standing may be comparing their impeccably buckled shoes with his bare feet, their flowing garments with his tattered shirt and shorts, the large jewels on their fingers with his broken and dirty fingernails. Asharif could have looked at these outer differences if he’d chosen, but his interest was in that which lay beneath the human veneer. This is why these people chose his above all the other water
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