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Another day of walking. My bare feet now dirty, sore and bruised. My body as well. I had not bathed in days and my food was low. Unable to read the written signs at crossroads or turns or outside estates, I had long ago lost direction. And I saw no other people. Yes, field workers...
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A spoken tale as I do not yet know how to read or write and for this I beg your indulgence.
I was born a poor French girl to a poor family of farm workers. My Papa is a fine man, a gentle man, a wise man who knows much about life, its wonders and its sufferings. He has...
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Morwena had spent the afternoon down by the shore collecting Clams and Mussels. She could already imagine...
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Amidst the discussion on idea of our ability to adapt to the environment and "family tree" of all living organisms as proposed by...
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19, Jyeshtha 1786 V.S.
It is an auspicious day today for the nephew of the Maharaja Sawai, Rajkumar Jagat Singh, arrives in the...
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The award ceremony for our newest patron Knyazhna Varvara N. Golitsyna’s courage against her uncle’s...
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Yet at another whim, Tzarevich Pavel (perhaps like his father once did) decided to make fools out of the court and shut the doors to his...
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While the hostess, the young Knyazhna Golitsyna, was comfortably “spilling tea” in her own salon, including speculations on the rushed clear out...
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