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I like the way you have vivid description in your essays. It felt like I was in your shoes in the gaur incident. You are a brave soul.

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Glad the quote resonates, Ishan! Certainly did for me. And always love hearing about your ‘wild’ adventures (pun fully intended 😂)!

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Gripping! Does your photography land you in these staring at Black Death (loved this) moments?

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I am in the wilderness, so I know all kinds of dangers, but one gets used to it, no big deal. If it does not kill you, it makes you stronger. Well, sort of.

You have surely missed my outstanding Subtract!

Friendly regards from Nicaragua, heavily sanctioned, where I scrape by at the Gates of Hell, the Masaya Volcano, at the very bleeding heart of Central America. Hell, sweet hell, err, home. I meant home, sweet hell!

https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/at-the-gates-of-hell

Esteemed Substacker, If you read my first two posts, you will find out about how dramatic and humble my landing here actually was. Then I started to write and post like a madman like there was no tomorrow because my real life situation seemed that way, and things have not calmed down, have not changed yet! Not only because life, in general and particular, is not a word, but a sentence, but because sometimes serving this sentence makes one feel like dropping dead any minute, I have decided to chime in with something transcendentally relevant. Enjoy it to the very last breath as I do, a soldier of Christ, fighting in the first row, breathing heavily, no matter cannon fodder, you do not have to pledge anything, my efforts are always free.

Left to my own devices and salivating in the tropical scorcher, in the erupting drought season, the promised $20 bill of rights rain has not even started yet for me here on Subtract, yes, I just want to make you laugh, not cry, as I wipe a tear or two. It seems like nobody´s gold pennies can reach my flying BullShip skyhigh. Yet I stay working Job, patience is my virtue upon the rack, tried, drawn, and quartered as vice driven through the rusty nails of my faith .... until I, one-armed, cannot carry my heavy cross anymore. I keep saying this only to myself as a wounded gladiator in the public arena. Hope you all still having fun ....

Substack is my new home, like I was sort of homeless. And yes, it does get lonely in the jungle if you live alone. Substack to me now means the world, the greatest platform where I can share my massive varied writing stuff. I have quite a few posts already here with 69, whoops, subscribers and growing every day as people are finally noticing my stranded S.O.S. sign on the beach! Thank God, thanks to you good people. Thank you for noticing me, for hearing me out, for supporting me! I am truly humbled. Do not let my monumental or trivial issues grind you down! God bless you all!

https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/rome-never-fell-the-empire-never

https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/oh-zero-i-just-cant-quit-you

https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/frost-reloaded

https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/lady-gaga-and-czechwizard-at-it

https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/the-lords-prayer-there-is-more

PS: Please excuse my typos, grammar, etc. because I am not perfect, I am just human. I use a looking glass and my second rate English is my third yet my most beloved language.

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