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The tribesman described his mysterious God; a pious fear oozing from his veins, eyes burning with intense, religious fervor. His God came down from the unknown skies; red, lustrous body glittering in the brilliant sun, enormous nostrils breathing out waves of hot air, dazzling verses written on his majestic forehead, gleaming weapons engulfed in a halo of luminescence, an aura of supreme power inclosing his bloated body. A sudden curiosity gripped my mind; thirst for adventure tickled my senses, I accompanied the tribesman to see his God. A big thatched hut came before my eyes; Its doorway guarded by grotesque sculptures, fear struck people standing in respectful silence, wizened priests muttering mysterious chants; I entered the temple and saw the God; It was a red German weather balloon.

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Date: 3/19/2016 7:58:00 PM
Sooo fun. The quirkiness of human nature revealed
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Date: 8/18/2010 6:16:00 AM
so very TRUE!!!!! marvelous! An unappreciated gem in a Christian mine field! LOVED it! Light & Love to my fav's &7
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