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Grandfather oakWhen i was 8 we took a field trip to the local park. There we gathered some acorns, and the teacher did a "float test" on them. Basically the ones that float are discarded, and the ones that sink got planted in the school garden. I was watching and i noticed one was floating, but not at the surface, it was floating just of the bottom, very much submerged, it still got discarded, but i picked it up because unlike the others it had a nice green mark on it. Like a small flame. I must have carried that little acorn around for a month or so till my parents took me to the park. It was late fall and i planted it in a place i thought about when i first sat the little acorn, i don't know what it was about that spot, but i always liked to go there as a child.
Years passed, i graduated from university, took my place in society and failed at it miserably. I was now a broken man of 45 that just recently moved back with his parents.
I got a job in that park i so loved as a kid. I worked as a gardene
The old cave and manGood evening /x/ I am ill, and can barely keep awake for more then 2~3 hours these days.
Before i go i wish to share with you the story of how our people rose to power back in the 1600's, the story always fascinated me and i can still recall it word by word as it was told to me as a young child by my great grandfather, who was at the time a man of no less then 90 years, yet his speech and mind clear and sound.
My family were in the service of a boyar, a sort of Slavic Duke. The founder of our great family, his name was Verga, a servant in the boyars domain. He was the greatest hunter and fishermen to have ever lived. The greedy boyar had two sons. The custom was for his lands and wealth to go to only one, but since they were twins the decision was hard to take.
So he tasked them with bringing him the white dragon of Tar cave. It was legend around those places, that a great white dragon lived deep within that cave, and that the worthy could see it. And seeing it was said to bring great
The singing riverThere was this river once. He nurtured the people living on it's banks, the crops where watered from it and drinking water was easily available.
The river Fin, as it came to be known.
As time past the people prospered on it's banks.
And the old men and women would come out on warm summer days to listen to the river's song.
Yes, most old people living on it's banks heard it, listened to it. Even some of the younger ones, they would dance and sing to the rivers lead.
Of course this was normal for the river folk, but when strangers would try to listen they just smiled and believed the old folks where having a laugh at their expense.
Time passed, the little villages grew. In their growth and greed, their hunger for land and wealth they stooped hearing the joyful songs of the playful river.
They where like vermin, rats. Too busy in their squalor to hear anything but their own all consuming greed.
Then, they started to throw their garbage in the river. They started to use the river as their
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