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Safari to Dar es Salaam.
This post is subscribed by ‘englishrose’ My Father, a flight engineer on a Central African Airways Viking aircraft was killed off the coast of Tanzania when the plane crashed in 1953. I was eight years old at the time and always believed that a day would come when he would return and it…
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The Little Prince
A Book Review The Little Prince was authored by Antoine De Saint-Exupery (1900-1943), a French nobleman, in 1943. De Saint-Exupery was an aviator and the author of several bestselling novels, but the Little Prince far exceeded his wildest dreams.
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Jessica and Pieter-Jacobus
All the while she gazed out her upstairs window – the bright moonlit Transvaal winter’s night revealed a fantasy landscape before her. It was a stage upon which she could set the actors as she wished.
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A Birthday Gift
theladyscarlett – writes: My sixtieth birthday had arrived and I was offered a choice of a party or a hot air balloon ride. For me, it really wasn’t a choice – I have always wanted to take a ride in a hot air balloon.
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The Fairy and the Caterpillar (Part Two)
Clarence was terrified and began wriggling for all he was worth. The bird swooped towards the river, heading for her young ones in their nest. Then Clarence squirmed free and fell headlong into the water, where a fish took a bite at him, narrowly missing and in doing so, knocked him onto the bank. Badly…
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The Fairy and the Caterpillar
Once there was a young and very hairy Caterpillar, called, Clarence, who lived on the jungle floor. The world around and above him was filled with many, many different and often, dangerous creatures. Whilst there was an abundance of food and water around, there was the equally good chance of being food for many other…
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It’s So Funny How We Don’t Talk Anymore…
Used to think that life was sweet. Used to think we were so complete… It’s so funny how we don’t talk anymore. It’s so funny why we don’t talk anymore…
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God’s Love for His Child
GraceofGodMinistry A testimony of DADDY’s love and grace towards His daughter (it is truly not about me)…

