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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
We owe to our ancestors, stories of a happily ever after tomorrow. Each short story is an anthropological puzzle piece. Our histories should be leading us to a better place. Collectively, we determine our fate. The direction to where we go is at our fingertips. Or, is it already in our brains? Mother earth held out her hands to a warm morning. She gave a breath of fresh air and took in a new day. Man had been with her for a relatively short time and needed inspiration for its future. November’s beacon was our decision.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
We owe to our ancestors, stories of a happily ever after tomorrow. Each short story is an anthropological puzzle piece. Our histories should be leading us to a better place. Collectively, we determine our fate. The direction to where we go is at our fingertips. Or, is it already in our brains? Mother earth held out her hands to a warm morning. She gave a breath of fresh air and took in a new day. Man had been with her for a relatively short time and needed inspiration for its future. November’s beacon was our decision.