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Salman Rashid: Land of the Giant
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Travel writer, Fellow of Royal Geographical Society. The Apricot Road to Yarkand. The Salt Range and the Potohar Plateau. Land of the Giant. Excerpt from Deosai: Land of the Giant. Deo nau Thuk Peak of the Giant. At that height the land, well above tree line, has short summers that begin in July and end as August gives way to September. Midsummer snowstorms are not unheard of and a spattering of rain every now and then is common. A transitory camp on Chhota (Lesser) Deosai. DEOSAI: THE LAND OF THE GIANT.
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Rida's black-n-white oreo life: January 2012
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Rida's black-n-white oreo life. O Tongue, Sir, thou I salute with glee - How canst I but marvel at thee? What gloriousness thy countenance betrays, - This pinkish slab of muscle, that spotted uneven fray - Thy cuteness magnified, those movements, that grace, - With that speckled form, thy crowning one's face. - O Tongue, Sir, this but an ode be - Declareth I, how I worship thee! Monday, January 23, 2012. In their hearts; too much jealousy, too much hasad. You were owned, you were diced and divided and qu...
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Rida's black-n-white oreo life: Icebreaker - Chapter 1
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Rida's black-n-white oreo life. O Tongue, Sir, thou I salute with glee - How canst I but marvel at thee? What gloriousness thy countenance betrays, - This pinkish slab of muscle, that spotted uneven fray - Thy cuteness magnified, those movements, that grace, - With that speckled form, thy crowning one's face. - O Tongue, Sir, this but an ode be - Declareth I, how I worship thee! Tuesday, June 26, 2012. Icebreaker - Chapter 1. They could never understand, because their whole lives had been carefully mappe...
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Rida's black-n-white oreo life: August 2012
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Rida's black-n-white oreo life. O Tongue, Sir, thou I salute with glee - How canst I but marvel at thee? What gloriousness thy countenance betrays, - This pinkish slab of muscle, that spotted uneven fray - Thy cuteness magnified, those movements, that grace, - With that speckled form, thy crowning one's face. - O Tongue, Sir, this but an ode be - Declareth I, how I worship thee! Friday, August 31, 2012. A hundred counts done, and she unclenched her hand from around the tasbih. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Rida's black-n-white oreo life: December 2011
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Rida's black-n-white oreo life. O Tongue, Sir, thou I salute with glee - How canst I but marvel at thee? What gloriousness thy countenance betrays, - This pinkish slab of muscle, that spotted uneven fray - Thy cuteness magnified, those movements, that grace, - With that speckled form, thy crowning one's face. - O Tongue, Sir, this but an ode be - Declareth I, how I worship thee! Tuesday, December 27, 2011. Okay, I'm off. Seeyalatah. The first: a bookshop (no surprises there). The second: a lace store.
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Rida's black-n-white oreo life: Breaking the silence.
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Rida's black-n-white oreo life. O Tongue, Sir, thou I salute with glee - How canst I but marvel at thee? What gloriousness thy countenance betrays, - This pinkish slab of muscle, that spotted uneven fray - Thy cuteness magnified, those movements, that grace, - With that speckled form, thy crowning one's face. - O Tongue, Sir, this but an ode be - Declareth I, how I worship thee! Sunday, June 24, 2012. I had intended to be more regular with this, but. It is hard, I have discovered, to express. I kind of h...
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Rida's black-n-white oreo life: July 2012
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Rida's black-n-white oreo life. O Tongue, Sir, thou I salute with glee - How canst I but marvel at thee? What gloriousness thy countenance betrays, - This pinkish slab of muscle, that spotted uneven fray - Thy cuteness magnified, those movements, that grace, - With that speckled form, thy crowning one's face. - O Tongue, Sir, this but an ode be - Declareth I, how I worship thee! Wednesday, July 11, 2012. On Losing Battles and Picking Up The Pieces. Humans will still never be Perfect. It's quite a familia...
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Rida's black-n-white oreo life: Windstorms: Generic
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Rida's black-n-white oreo life. O Tongue, Sir, thou I salute with glee - How canst I but marvel at thee? What gloriousness thy countenance betrays, - This pinkish slab of muscle, that spotted uneven fray - Thy cuteness magnified, those movements, that grace, - With that speckled form, thy crowning one's face. - O Tongue, Sir, this but an ode be - Declareth I, how I worship thee! Wednesday, June 13, 2012. It's good to be back. Please leave a comment. Comments make me happy =D. Other people; no judging goi...
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Rida's black-n-white oreo life: Islam in America...who thinks what?
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Rida's black-n-white oreo life. O Tongue, Sir, thou I salute with glee - How canst I but marvel at thee? What gloriousness thy countenance betrays, - This pinkish slab of muscle, that spotted uneven fray - Thy cuteness magnified, those movements, that grace, - With that speckled form, thy crowning one's face. - O Tongue, Sir, this but an ode be - Declareth I, how I worship thee! Wednesday, June 20, 2012. Islam in America.who thinks what? And from another part of it:. And every woman with hijab. The artic...
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Rida's black-n-white oreo life: Repentance
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Rida's black-n-white oreo life. O Tongue, Sir, thou I salute with glee - How canst I but marvel at thee? What gloriousness thy countenance betrays, - This pinkish slab of muscle, that spotted uneven fray - Thy cuteness magnified, those movements, that grace, - With that speckled form, thy crowning one's face. - O Tongue, Sir, this but an ode be - Declareth I, how I worship thee! Friday, August 31, 2012. A hundred counts done, and she unclenched her hand from around the tasbih. Other people; no judging go...
