I Hadn't Really Lived Until...
I saw this relic of a previous age and realized it was still a reality for some...
Wandering through a quiet forest in Zambia, I came upon a simple hut, quiet except for the clucking of chickens. And there stood this iron, speaking of the simple times in which their inhabitants still lived. And for just a moment of madness, I almost envied them.
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