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African (General) NigerianTranscript
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doc. Spruce forests frown on either side. The frozen what away? The trees have been stripped by a recent wing of your white careen off first, and they seem to lead towards each other, black and ominous. In the fading light, a vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless without movement, so lona cold that the spirit of eats was not even that of sadness. There was a hands in each of laughter, but they left a more terrible than any sadness left. Other was meatless as a smile of the sphinx. A left, a cone as if roast partaking of the greenness off infallibility. It was a masterful on in communique, Buddhism off eternity, laughing at the opportunity, off life on the effort of life. It was the wide this savage, frozen hearted **** land wild. But there was life abroad in the land and different down the prison. What's away, Toid? A string off war fish dogs he had bristly fur was ringed with. First, your breath flows in the air as it lived your mouth spouting forth in schemes of apple that set it up on the hair off their bodies and formed into crystals off first leather harness was on the dogs and leather traces attached them to a sled, which drug along behind this lead was without runners. It was made of thout badge back on its full surface, rested on this. No, the front end of this lead was turned up like a screw in order to foz down under the world off self snow that such like a wave before I eat on the sled, securely lashed was a long and narrow oblong box. There were other things on this lead. Blankets on acts on a coffee parts and frying pan. But prominent occupying loss of this space was long on narrow, oblong box in advance of the dogs on white snowshoes toyed in man on the rare. Off this lead, toid a second man on this lead in the box lay fared, man whose toy was over. A man wounded wide at Concord and beaten down onto you would never move no struggle again. It is not aware of the wide it's like movement. Life is an offence to it. For life is movement on wide and the white eggs always to destroy movement. It raises the water to prevent it run into the sea. It drives the sub out off the treats you. They are frozen to the mighty hearts, almost finished justly and terribly off all those the wide Harry and crushed into submission. Man Mom, who is the most restless of life ever in revolt against dictum that all movement must, in the end come to this isation of movement. But at front and rear on ale on Indomitable toy, the two men who were not yet dead your bodies were covered with four and soft tanned leather eyelashes and cheeks. Lives were so coated with the crystals from their frozen breath that their faces were not this. I never please give them the seeming off host Lee Mosque Undertakers in spectral world at the funeral of some ghost but under age are there we a man penetrating the land of this relation of mockery In silence, honey adventurers bent on colossal adventure, pitting themselves against the might of the world as removed an alien off post list. As the embassies of space travelled on without speech, said India, breath for the work of your bodies. On every side was the silence present upon them with a tangible presence. It affected your minds as they as many atmospheres of deep water. Ah, fed body of the driver. It's crushed them with the weight ofthe unending vastness on on all trible. Decree it, crush them ensued in remote access recesses of your own minds. Pressing out of them like Jewish is from degree. Oh, the force, others and exultation on own geo cell valleys of the human soup until they perceive themselves finite and small specs on what's moving with weakening. A little wisdom means the play on Enter Plea off the create blind elements of forces on our went by on a second are the pale light of the shots. On Wednesday was beginning to fade when a friend, far cry arose on the still air. It soared upward with a sweet rush to its rich. It stop most note where it's persisted, power returns on sense on there slowly died away. It might have been a lot so wailing are, you know, being invested with a certain side fierceness and hungry eagerness. The mountain, his auntie, the East. I may be either the man behind on then, across the narrow off young bucks each. No debts to the other. A second cry arose, piercing the silence we need like shrillness. Both men located the sound. It's costly, rare somewhere in this no expense, they had just reversed it, fed on answering cry rules, also to the rare, onto the left of the second crack. Yeah, after you, said the man at the front, his voice sounded horrors and on, Really, and he had spoken with apparent effort. Meat is cast on Sardis, Comrade, I am seeing a Robbie sign for these thereafter, they spoke no more, though their ears you came for the hunting cries that continued to rise. Behind are the fall of darkness. The swung the ducks into a cluster of spruce trees on the edge of the waterway. American the coffin at the side of the fire itself, or sit on a table. The Wolf dogs classified on the fast side of fire. It's now Time Baker among themselves, but invest no inclination to stray off into the darkness.