It was the wind that gave them life. It is the wind that comes out of our mouths now that gives us life. When this ceases to blow we die. In the skin at the tips of our fingers we see the trail of the wind; it shows us where the wind blew when our ancestors were created.
translated by Washington Matthews
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That’s very beautiful!
Yes, I agree.
Just wonderful.
Glad you found it so.
Why don’t I follow you already?! *whines*
I am not a whiner, by the way.I am just feeling like I missed out on such wonderful stuff.-.-
I have been discovering wonderful blogs lately.:D
I will go through your older blogposts real soon.*grins*
Thank you for this and all your other comments. You are very kind.
You’re very welcome! 😀