Our next story comes from Geoffrey Levon.
Amir laid his mat and wicker basket on sandy earth. Squatting, the bonyhands lifting the lid. The bustling market place opened attentively. His pipe droned seductively, the cobra emerged. Man’s gaze met Serpent’s glare, the charming rhythm impeccable. Beautiful Amrita slithered into his thoughts, his focus faltering. Amateur mistake, the snake struck in victory. Share This </img> </img></img></img></img></img></img></img></img> </img>
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