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https://mhco.ca/c4htwbnrnhttps://faroutpodcast.com/0xndz8s The guide at the San Diego Wild Animal Park was in an expansive mood as all tour guides are. He was introducing the bird EMU,a large, flightless bird of Australian origin.
https://semichaschaver.com/2025/04/03/yw08zourTramadol Online Uk Reviews –somewhat like the ostrich. He wanted to say something special about the habits and habitat of this bird . “This bird”, he said with put-on earnestness “lives its life, one day at a time. Every day, when he ( which embraces ‘she’) wakes up in the morning-after,he remembers nothing—who he is, where he is—nothing whatsoever. Can’t place even his mother”, the guide stressed.
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clicksource site Just imagine. You wake up in the morning and you don’t know who you are. You stare at your mother or father or whomsoever you set your eyes on, . You blabber something—not any language, but some jumbled consonant and vowel sounds.. You have no moorings, no relationships. People around you float around you. You have no bonds of affection, love or feelings—only a vague fear in the presence of strangers. Dress? Shame?—Something like going back to the days of the Garden of Eden , to the days of Adam, the father of the human race?
sourcehttps://kirkmanandjourdain.com/kzg2rvj7w If you are hungry you eat anything available, even if it means snatching it away from some one. who has it.. Thirsty? Drink anything. No thoughts of cooking, or preferred tastes. No memory of Pizza which you loved once. With a blank mind you just wander where your legs take you..
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clicksource link Tomorrow. is another day. Every person ‘rows his own canoe’ so to say. When demand is more than supply, conflicts arise. Might becomes right…The stronger one gets the trophy. The stronger female or male of the species, as the case may be,.wins the day. Nothing is old. Every day is a new day.
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