a rare indian gathering of people in the deep countryside of the well i don't know, common countryside of india,
were once the hillaqua community, they often were not seen as they trusted in a day hard work and fatigue as an answer,
oh it is hot , said the lead countryman, he made jokes but was solemnly the relative of all man. in india we are alive he thought, and this unfathanable world, with its form of the then god of our man, and the peoples legend of all our kind, sent these people to work for only so long. they knew they could work something out, but predictably man or the indian of their race , will encroach, the wonder will not live with the body, and the survivor will have a name , they thought, often , the way an abogrinal, villager or common villager, works brought great salvation, the human lived on, like the time of the first made bell, the grunts of animals were common to the ears of ourselves, born to be one tribe and in the struggle for life, they could sense the way, in all our time.

f. ajai

the messiah

answers please,

frank

the messiah

frank ajai wrote:
they could sense the way, in all our time.

The spirit of the forest, eats sweet fruit and lies down wherever she pleases.
gb

We are watching, not waiting, not expecting anything to happen but watching without end. JK

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