Camp R

I want to write about life.

Life’s experiences tell a story.

Some stories are comic.

Others are dull.

Many can be real.

This is an example.

An animal looked in a puddle and saw its reflection. It recognised itself in that reflection. It acknowledged the individual and collective features that made it so. And it went along its happy way.

A man cam along soon after and peeked sneakily into the same puddle. He snorted in disgust at the image reflected and then determinedly covered it with some sand. As he went off, he began to furiously calculate ways and means to make certain that no one else would discover that image.

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