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Month: September 2021
A Record Of South African Formula 1 Racing 1960-1975
What really happened in Wuhan? Explosive new book questions China’s Covid timeline
How to market on the smell of an oily rag
Reaching people from the bottom of the world (and not the world of your bottom…
hopefully!
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If a man is called to be a street-sweeper…”
Bestselling Author Shares 3 Tips for Building Your Blog Audience
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Shared by “the worst selling writer”
“Perfection is achieved not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away,”
Jennifer Rush: The Power of Love
Shared by “totally unmusical, unromantic (+ impulsive”) c
“Information and Inspiration Distributer, Incorrigible Encourager and People-builder” *
* not bridges (thank goodness)!
Well my family and friends say I’m “safest” just writing and sharing
enjoy
PPS
Best wishes from the First City to see the light
SHARE, SUPPORT, IMPACT, UPLIFT, ENCOURAGE, EMPOWER and perhaps even INSPIRE
“The world would have you agree with its dismal dream of limitation. But the light would have you soar like the eagle of your sacred visions.”
Duburee
Leave just footprints (mere) on the sands of time
Great phrase there , Trishikh
https://gisbornenz.wordpress.com/one-small-city-city-of-dreams/Happy writing and best wishes from the First City to see the light
Atop a small hill, on the banks of the mighty Damodar river in the steel city of Durgapur in the Bankura district of the state of West Bengal in the Indian subcontinent stood a rickety little mud cottage. In front of this tiny earthen adobe towered a metal and concrete two-way vehicular bridge atop a colossal barrage, stretching across the ancient riverbed. At the break of dawn, every day, from this flimsy shanty emerged a bald old man with a long silver beard and a massive chest. No one knew his real name and called him Duburee, meaning a diver in the Bengali language.
Wearing only a tightly wrapped loincloth around his waist, he would spend the next hour applying a strong-smelling mustard oil all over his old but firm skin, especially inside his ears, naval, and on his colossal chest. Following this, he would perform another hour of yogic…
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