Monthly Archive: September 2005

‘Walala!’ called Kuddtji. Walala stood before his tribe; his only clothing a bark belt from which hung his axe and club. He carried his spear. ‘Yes Father.’ ‘You will leave here before the sun’s glow has lit the eastern sky.’ ‘Yes Father.’ ‘Do not return until you have food to feed your family.’ ‘Yes Father.’ […]

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