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Making of Strars

The Making of Stars. Long time ago before stars appeared, nights were as black as standing inside a mist of ink ejected by an octopus. When stone-age man found how to lit a fire, sparks flew up and slowly the night sky had what we call stars. When a star or spark dies a new one will appear if not as many as before now that we have electric light. In Kalahari a tribe sits by the fireside sparks fly upwards, they see to it we always have stars on the night sky.

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Date: 7/19/2012 8:05:00 AM
when you put your words like "nights were as black as standing inside a mist of ink ejected by an octopus." together with your notions it is heavenly.
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Jan Oskar Hansen
Date: 7/19/2012 9:29:00 AM
thank you Kathy

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