perfectly well...
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Posted:Aug 21, 2007 9:04 am
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perfectly well...
A cool pleasant breeze blew through the open window, making the curtains dance a little. I felt the fresh air on my skin, cooling me in the heat of the summer night. I got up, as if still asleep, walked out into the balcony and found her there. Just like I had when we first started. Standing in a cream colored see-through silk dress that was barely covering her gorgeous figure, her hair shining in the pale moonlight, a secret smile appearing on her lips...
"Hi...", she said in her playful voice. Approached me. Kissed me the way only she could. Her soft perfume reached my nose. Intoxicating me. I pressed her hard against me. My skin on hers... my lips flowing on her... all over... slowly exploring every inch of her. I lifted her dress... found her naked underneath...
"Did you expect any different?", she asked playfully once more. Of course not... I knew her too well to be surprised. I let my fingers run the length of her pussy, rub her clit, get soaked in her essence... I brought my finger to my lips. Licked it clean. Then once again... smeared it on my lips and let her taste it on my mouth... her tongue dancing around my chin...
I turned her the other way, facing away from me... I took my cock in my hand. Let it touch her ass. Teased her pussy with the tip. Then slowly entered her from behind... her pussy lips resisting me at first... then gradually allowing me in... her tightness subsiding... her inner walls caressing my cock, ever so tenderly and yet so passionately... As my hips moved back and forth my finger found her clit again... Rubbed it harder and harder as I fucked her... my cock deeply embedded in her... pumping fast and furiously now, and yet never stopping...
Her moisture was a river now, flowing thick and heavy on me, her soft moans becoming louder... I held her tight. And pushed for all I was worth, my cock reaching her depth... She squeezed me one last time then let herself explode all over me... long and hard... whispering my name as she did. I cupped her breasts and surrendered to my own orgasm... my cum flying furiously inside her.
She turned around. The playful smile still on her... Knelt before me and licked me clean. Like only she could. Stood up to share the taste with in a tender kiss. Like only she could... Then whispered... "Do you know what day this is?"...
"Yes", I answered, "I know perfectly well"... It was my turn to grin... I took her in my arms... and kissed her once more...
adia
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hair...
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Posted:Aug 18, 2007 4:21 am
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hair...
I want you to run your fingers through my hair... as my head is buried between your legs... my lips kissing your clit... my tongue washes it from within... my fingers dancing inside you...
I want you to caress my hair... softly pull it... as I taste more and more of your deliciousness... as you give me what I crave... what I thirst for... as more and more of you flows in me... sating my taste buds... your sweetness burning my nostrils... driving me wilder and wilder... until I have tasted every drop of you... every single one... until all your pleasure is inside me...
I want you to pull my hair clear of my forehead... look deeply in my eyes... And I want you to hear me say:
"This is all I want...
for now"...
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it wasn't me, it was him!...
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Posted:Aug 16, 2007 1:23 am
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it wasn't me, it was him!...
college memories- part 2.
In an earlier post I had mentioned my college room-mate, 'Nosey', a wonderful guy and great room-mate. Someone I miss very much. During our dormitory days Nosey worked at the cafeteria and I worked in the dorm library. He was true to his blue collar background, I was to my white collar one... I loved working in that library. It was full of magazines, ones that I read cover to cover, like 'Rolling Stone', 'GQ', (back in the days when it promoted clothes you could actually wear and not feel it is a halloween costume!...), 'The New Yorker', things that weren't easy to find back home in these days. The library had a great record collection too, we were allowed to play records during our shifts (yay!...). Incidentally that was one of the main reasons I had applied for that job!
One day I was in the middle of a quiet shift in the library. I was sitting at my desk, sorting out library cards, checking on overdue books, doing my usual chores. In walked my beloved room-mate Nosey accompanied by a blond girl I had never seen before. He pointed at me and said "It wasn't me, it was him!". Ms. Blondie smiled and approached my desk. She leaned over and said to me, "You have very nice legs!"...
Needless to say I blushed a little, politely thanked her, but tried to keep things quiet as some heads (including my female boss who was there at the time), were beginning to turn in my direction. I figured she might have seen me in the gym and was paying me a compliment, or might have seen me in soccer practice... Nope. Not the case. She didn't stop there... She leaned over even further, almost lying down on my desk now, and said in an even louder voice "Your legs are very, very sexy...", her voice kind of guttural now... Then finally concluded, "but not as sexy as your black bikini briefs!"...
With that she just ran out the door. I opened my mouth to speak but could make no sound. Everyone was staring at me. I turned 15 different shades, from beet red to a deep purple. I saw my boss looking at me and smiling, barely able to contain her laughter. Well, my roomie wasn't as reserved. He was leaning against the wall holding his belly laughing, trying hard not to piss himself.
I got up, excused myself for a minute and took him aside. "What the hell was this about?", I asked him, half beginning to laugh now myself.
"Well", he finally spoke, "you know how our room faces the cafeteria?".
"Yes", I replied, "it faces the cafeteria, but it is a good 50 yards away".
"You see, my friend Ms. Blondie was having a quiet dinner in the cafeteria, when she noticed a naked man getting dressed. This naked man hadn't bothered to close the drapes of his window... She couldn't see his face very well... but got a good look at his butt. And was rather impressed with his black bikini briefs. She found them very, very sexy"... Nosey could hardly contain more chuckling, but he continued. "Blondie was very intrigued. She counted the windows, counted the floors. Concluded that it was our room. Came up to me to ask me if I was wearing black underwear and whether I was getting dressed around 5pm. We were just passing by the library, so in we went, and I pointed at you and told her 'It wasn't me, it was him!'. You witnessed the rest".
I burst out laughing myself at that point. "Oh Lord", I said, "I was in such a hurry to get here, I forgot to shut the shades when I was dressing"... Nosey left. I walked back towards my desk. All eyes were still on me, but my blushing had somewhat subsided. I chose a record by Prince (yes, we still used vinyl records back then!...). put it on the stereo and let it play. Wiggled my ass just for a second. Smiled at my boss. Then calmly sat back at my desk and continued finishing my chores.
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Posted:Aug 14, 2007 6:19 am
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study parties...college memories- part 1.
I lived in a dormitory for the duration of my undergraduate studies. And for most of these years I roomed with the same wonderful guy. If I could be called Toothy, he could have been called Nosey. Not because of his curiosity, but because he had a somewhat big and hawk like nose. He was a great guy and we got along very well. In many ways we were alike, in many ways total opposites. He was a local boy, hailing from a nearby town, I was a foreign boy... hailing from a very faraway town. But we were the same size, the same built, we both had dark hair... and if people didn't know us well, they sometimes people mistook us for each other.
At the beginning of our sophomore year, Nosey and his friends built us a loft for our dorm room. We pushed our mattresses and our chest of drawers up there, used it as 'sleeping quarters'. It just about doubled our space underneath. Nosey brought a rocking chair (which I absolutely adored) and a bean bag. It was as if we had an entire living room! We took advantage of our extra space...
Both Nosey and I were night birds... We were always the last to go to bed in the entire dorm. We often held 'study parties'. We would provide soft drinks and cookies and open up our room as a study lounge for late night study sessions. So, "Nosey's & Toothy's" became a popular hang-out. Boys and girls (ok, mostly girls really...), would walk in our room to study, have a brief chat, share a laugh or a joke, bring us some home-made apple pie or what have you... It was a collective stress reliever.
One of the girls frequenting these 'parties' was 'Jeanelle'. She was a freshman from a rural nearby area. Blue eyed. Rosey cheeked. A polite and smiley person... She was a little righteous, not in the 'holier-than-thou' way, but... she often spoke to us of her virginity... how she saved herself 'for the one'. She wouldn't criticize our more umm,... libertarian ways, just told us that 'it wasn't for her', and that our study parties were the extent of her partying intentions.
One night we were hosting yet another 'study party'. The clock had just passed midnight. We were all immersed in our studying. Some had mid-term exams the next day, others frantically wrestled with their math homework... Total silence reigned in the room... until we all heard this low sound... We turned around to see Jeanelle sprawled out on Nosey's bean bag. She had fallen asleep and was ever so lightly snoring. We smiled at each other but let her rest and didn't wake her up. Well... we didn't have to...
As if on cue, Jeanelle leaped up. She seemed flustered. She yelled "No!... No, I won't do that! I want to go to my room! Where are my clothes?"...
We all looked at each other. Jeanelle was standing in the middle of the room, needless to say fully clothed, and having just awakened from a rather vivid (and rather obvious!...) dream. We were unable to hold our giggles...
Jeanelle instantly became aware of the situation, her face became a deep beet red and stormed out of the room. Ever the gracious host, I ran after her... "Stay. Please come back and study with us", I pleaded with her, "we are all friends here, we are just ... there is no need to feel bad". But Jeanelle was unyielding. "No", she said, "I really just want to go to my room". I told her that our door will be open if she changed her mind and returned to our room...
I found everyone still cracking up! The image of Jeanelle standing in the middle of the room asking for her clothes still in their minds... No 'study party' was ever again the same... But thankfully, Jeanelle did get over her initial embarrassment and did continue to attend our study parties... usually with a cup of coffee close at hand...
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messages...
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Posted:Aug 14, 2007 6:14 am
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messages...This is a message board for anyone who wishes to contact me.
All comments will be invisible until I approve them. So if you wish your message to remain private just say so and I will keep it for my eyes only...
So... now that we are all alone, tell me... whisper in my ear... what is your message to me?
as always... my love... my kisses.
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hot summer day...
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Posted:Aug 12, 2007 2:28 am
Last Updated:Aug 29, 2013 6:43 pm
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hot summer day...
Besame besame mucho,
Each time I cling to your kiss
I hear music divine...
The old wooden ceiling fan whipped the air of the room slowly... making this quiet, lulling sound. We lay on the bed, the white soft cotton sheets covering our naked bodies only in part... Our clothes, scattered around the bamboo furniture were a small reminder of the previous night. A hot summer night drenched in heat, passion and desire.
As I replayed everything in my mind, our every move, our every climax, I felt her arm wrap around my chest. I pulled her closer. She smiled. Leaned over. Kissed me softly. Moved her hand between my legs and felt my manhood swell. She smiled again. And her lips left mine. Her hand traveled down my torso, causing me to tingle. Her fingers circled my cock and stroked it. Slowly. Then her lips followed...
As she was facing my legs, I pushed her over a bit. Let her straddle my face. And traced her pussy lips with my tongue. Slowly. Just like her lips were moving up and down my cock. Up. And down. And up again. And down again. Languidly enjoying the summer heat as we tasted each other, the slight breeze caused by the ceiling fan soothing our senses... but only for a short while.
My tongue darted in and out of her a few more times. She turned her head and looked at me. Knowing... Knowing what I now wanted... What she wanted too. She moved around. Still on top of me... This time facing me. And moaned softly as she slowly lowered herself on my now glistening member... letting me savor the thrill of entering her once more... going past that first bit of resistance... then being enveloped fully by her tender insides.
I reached for her breasts. Fondled them softly as she began to rock back and forth, milking me as she did... taking more and more of my cock in her... her clit rubbing against my lower abdomen... more and more wetness flowing out of her... I saw her eyes... closed... her head pointed upward... her lips half open... her tongue wetting them... a soft whisper interrupting a moan.
I moved my hands to her butt. Pulled her even close to me... Then held her tight. And tighter still as I felt her first quiver... then her second... then her full blown orgasm exploding... feeling her essence rush on my cock... my balls... all of me it seemed. I gasped... And felt my own rush take over me. My balls emptying... my cum erupting deep inside her...
I pulled her face to mine. Kissed her deeply. My tongue caressing hers passionately. Then smiled once more... It was going to be a hot summer day...
"Besame mucho...", she whispered. Singing the melody... The melody that only she and I could hear...
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fantasy dinner...
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Posted:Aug 9, 2007 12:22 pm
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2012 8:19 am
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fantasy dinner...
While making a guest list for a dinner party some time ago, I had a crazy thought... If I could invite anyone at all who would I choose? Well, these were some names that first came to mind...
the girls:
Grace Kelly, movie star and Princess of Monaco.
Agatha Christie, famous detective novel author.
Betty Friedan, author of 'Feminine mystique'.
Indira Gandhi, prime minister of India.
Princess Diana, mother to the future King of England.
Marie Curie, scientist, 2-time Nobel prize winner.
the boys:
Pericles, ruler of Athens during the 'golden age', c. 460-430 BC.
Winston Churchill, prime minister of England during WW2.
Cary Grant, movie star.
Jim Morrison, rock singer.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, classical composer,
and me, since I am playing host.
So... my question for you is just that: Who would make your list?
the rules:
1. Since this is fantasy no guest can be among the living.
2. You may invite any number of guests from 1-11.
3. They may all be male or all female or any combination in between.
Tell me which guests made your list...
And I shall tell you what we had for dinner!
As always... my love... my kisses.
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the fire hydrant...
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Posted:Aug 5, 2007 4:35 am
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2012 8:16 am
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the fire hydrant...
I recently ran into this picture while surfing the net for some info on totally irrelevant topics. It instantly caught my eye because it reminded me of a story from my younger years, my 20s, when I was still residing in the American Midwest.
I was sharing a house with another 7 guys (yes, seven). It was a wild place. We were all so diverse, coming from very different backgrounds, different religions, different ethnicities, and yet somehow harmoniously living together... Think of it as a mini-United-Nations housed in a shrine to MTV... (MTV being in its early years then). There were parties galore and stories of juvenile behavior abounded. Well...
During the preparations for one of our famous parties, we decided to paint the living room light grey! We bought paint, got into our overalls and within a few hours our living room had a new, more hip look. Alas, we still had some paint left! And right outside our house stood this very tempting bright red fire hydrant...
We waited till the party was over. All our guests had left... er, or passed out at either our couches or umm... in more private areas. We took the bucket of the remaining paint out and painted the fire hydrant light grey! Happy that we now had a fire hydrant that matched our living room color we went to bed. The next morning (umm... make that afternoon!...), we woke up to a surprise. The fire hydrant was painted bright red again! We all stood there looking at each other, all thinking "We did paint it, didn't we?", momentarily wondering if we had collectively hallucinated!
After assuring ourselves that the hydrant had been painted we realized that our city's Fire Department was extremely efficient... or they were having a party themselves and had decided to paint their lounge bright red, and had a surplus of paint as well!...
None of us, however, had any doubts as to what we would do. We still had some paint left. So by night fall the obtrusive fire hydrant was painted light grey again and we were once again admiring the color harmony with our living room. We went to bed satisfied... only to be rise to yet another surprise the next morning. The hydrant was painted red again by the time we woke up! Boy, those firemen were really something!
We all looked at each other puzzled. There were just remnants of light grey paint in the bucket now. Someone said, "Why don't we just call it a tied game?", hinting at our informal rivalry with the City's Fire Department. He took a brush, dipped it in the bucket and splashed grey dots on the otherwise red hydrant! It ended up looking a bit like a red dalmatian with grey spots but we all chuckled and wondered what we would see the next morning.
Apparently the Fire Department decided that 'red with grey spots' was an acceptable color for its hydrants. It gave me great pleasure to see the hydrant in this picture painted as an art object... because it is located in the same city! So, I was thrilled that our friends at the Fire Department had grown more color tolerant...
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blue hotel...
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Posted:Aug 1, 2007 5:33 am
Last Updated:Sep 6, 2014 2:13 am
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blue hotel...
Blue hotel
On a lonely highway...
Blue hotel
Life don't work out my way...
Chris Isaak
The melody kept ringing again and again in my ears... each time a little bluer than the one before. Blue hotel... it could describe me so well. Sitting in this lonely hotel room. Waiting for her. Would she come to me? Would she give me one more night?
All our memories together flooded back in. Her arms around my neck. Her lips on mine... Her eyes... telling me everything... everything I wanted to hear. Her sweet whispers... soothing my very soul. Her body glued on mine. Keeping me in her. Taking me straight into her sense of paradise... straight into my sense of bliss.
I glanced at my watch. Once. Twice. Three times. Saw the seconds turn into minutes... I looked around the room again. Saw the walls turn a shade of blue as the pale moonlight crept in thought the window. I fell on the bed. Still waiting... still hoping...
I took the pillow in my arms. Wishing it was her. "Come to me...", I whispered. I squeezed. And just then I heard the sound of a key... and saw her figure standing by the doorway... her smile shining through...
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the name of this blog...
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Posted:Aug 1, 2007 5:30 am
Last Updated:Aug 28, 2018 5:46 am
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the name of this blog...
A small reminder...
The name of this blog is 'the bright side of the moon'. It isn't a coincidence. I have chosen it because throughout this time I have chosen to focus on everything positive... to stay away from pettiness, from ugliness, from abuse.
Some people see this place as their own personal sewer. I don't.
In my months as a blogger, I have witnessed unparalleled beauty here. Many times, not just once. I keep it in my heart and cherish it. Just like I keep those of you who have touched me... surrounded me with your kindness... and given me so much. Again and again.
I have managed to keep this little corner of mine clean. It wasn't so hard because in this place your warmth abounds. Brightens it up.
The name of this blog will remain 'the bright side of the moon'. For all the same reasons. For as long as it stays here. That much I promise you.
As always... my love... my kisses.
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at the movies...
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Posted:Jul 25, 2007 5:42 pm
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2012 8:05 am
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at the movies...
It's been a more than 2 weeks since I went to see a movie. Worse yet, it's been a while since I saw a film that was truly memorable. The last one was 'The painted veil', the movie version of Somerset Maugham's classic novel.
There was a time that I would see 3-4 films a week. Boy, I must be getting old, lol... My tastes in movies are generally American, especially film noir oldies like 'The killers' with Burt Lancaster and Ava Gardner, 'Double indemnity' with Barbara Stanwyck and Freddie MacMurray... From more recent flicks I'd pick 'L. A. Confidential' and the 'Usual suspects' and I recently liked 'The black dalia' too.
Oddly enough my all-time favorite films are 3 European films from more than 20 years ago. My third all-time favorite film is 'Barry Lyndon', Stanley Kubrick's movie translation of the Thackeray book about the rise and fall of the hero in 18th century Britain. My second favorite film is 'Diva', an early 80s french film by Jean Jacques Beinex, a a visually poetic thriller. Perhaps my very favorite is 'Brazil', Terry Gilliam's best effort to date. A cross between '1984', Kafka's 'The trial', mixed maybe with a bit of Indiana Jones?...
Movies are such a favorite topic of mine. (Incidentally, often the inspiration for some posts... and in some cases, er... real life experiences). So, I will be revisiting this subject... discussing more about my preferences and asking you about yours...
For now, I'd just like to know:
Do you have an all-time favorite movie? More than one perhaps?
Did you see any movies that you liked recently? Any that you would recommend I see?...
As always... my love... my kisses.
The photo for this post is of Audrey Hepburn and George Peppard from "Breakfast at Tiffany's".
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another dance...
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Posted:Jul 21, 2007 12:52 pm
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another dance...
'Harlem nocturne'... the raspy saxophone blared through the speakers... its sexy sound making our hearts beat a little louder. Our bodies entwined in the middle of the room... slowly swaying together... dancing to the suggestive rhythm of the tune. The bottle of champagne lying empty in the ice bucket... our glasses left with but a few drops.
My lips touched hers. Her skin burning on mine. Our kiss grew more passionate... Clothes were being removed... one by one... her blouse... my shirt... all of them but for the silk scarf around her neck... Naked, we continued to dance, almost hypnotized...
She felt my manhood press against her thigh... growing visibly. Her hand reached and grabbed it... stroked it once, twice. Felt it grow even more. She grinned. Removed her scarf... and gently wrapped it around the base of my shaft and balls. The soft caress of silk on my loins felt wonderful, her eager fingers giving me a massage, her eyes twinkling... never leaving mine.
She kept on caressing my shaft, following the slow rhythm of the music... only with every stroke her grip of the scarf around me would tighten just a bit... making me swell a little more. I closed my eyes. Enjoyed the sensation, the growing of my cock restricted, then allowed, then restricted again. She kept at it, bringing me close to the edge, only to ease off again, then start all over again. I was mesmerized. Still silent I looked right in her eyes.
She looked down. Tightened the scarf even more. Smiled as she saw my cock swollen beyond proportion, each vein ready to burst. She knelt. Took me in her warm mouth. I screamed. Thought I'd explode right there and then. But she managed to hold me a little more, her tongue stroking me from within her mouth while her lips puckered around me...
She knew I couldn't take it any longer. She swiftly grabbed a handful of ice from the bucket and pressed it against my balls as she released the scarf restraining me. I thought i would pass out. I had to grab her shoulders to steady myself as I started exploding deep in her throat. She simply held me in her mouth, hungrily taking all of me in... until I finally left my last drop inside her.
I saw her smiling, happy with the sheer ecstasy she had just enveloped me in, her hand still holding the melting ice on my balls... "Kiss me", I asked tenderly. She got up, her lips approaching mine, and whispered:
"Ready for another dance?"...
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the flames of shame...
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Posted:Jul 20, 2007 1:31 pm
Last Updated:Jul 24, 2018 2:15 am
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the flames of shame...
I don't often think of my greekness. In many ways I find it hard to be optimistic about my country's future. And at times it's even harder to stop the tears. But I love my country as any Greek should. And at times like these keeping my silence becomes impossible.
Once again...
We are a small country. Blessed by the beauty God gave us. Draped in glorious history. But inhabited by a bunch of bandits hellbent on destroying it.
Once again...
Our forests... whatever is left of them are once again torched. By arsonists... who shamelessly burn them to make way for new subdivisions. By developers who see them as another meal ticket. Destroying the wildlife in their passage. Destroying entire eco-systems. Destroying the few remaining green pockets in an otherwise grey city. Robbing us of our oxygen while the government is idly watching... perhaps even calculating the tax money it will collect from potential developments...
Once again... we are enveloped in the flames of shame.
photo taken from BBC News.
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