When I was a young child, around four or five years old I think, my dad had a record player. It was a little square boxed unit with a small speak in the front of the box. 297 more words
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Under the Indian Sun my heart raced and my feet ran to the freedom of the East.
Without the cares in the world that bother the citizen of the West. 257 more words
In Ethiopia a man and a woman walking on the outskirts of a rain forest stumbled on a rock and calamtied to the hot dry ground beneath their feet. 241 more words