behind them swam, a soldier true, a soldier who, through combat due, had forgot which side, his loyalties too, and he kicked his legs, like a stoic human motor….. his epaulettes, and silver buttons ruffled by the waves…..
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like children on holiday they awoke….. Mukunda, swami form sniffed clean, clear air, and Humble Bumble buzzed….like excited buzy morning bees will buzz….and, after buzzing each “hello” he was off…..and ZZZZZzzzzz… a blur into the morning sun….Mukunda yawned, and began to make a breakfast, unlevened japati …bread, fruit and leftovers from the caravan…. The fire, [...]
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