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THE GREYTON POST
MAY /JUNE 2025
The Greyton Cliffhanger Part 2
sun. He explained each sunspot he had created and how he fed his community with the help of the sun’s light. That he, too, had been crafted by the sun over the years like we all are. The round ball of sun, he held onto, had been instrumental in how he healed both his soul and his piece of land. The traveller took off his sun-burnt boots and felt the sun-drenched earth beneath with warm sun-tickled feet. He took in the vivid green, as well with happiness. He knew rather soon, the winter would allow the greenery to lean on its rest... and he would have to soak in the shy bits of the winter sun – for he had yet to meet the heart of the sun... To be continued (in part three) Make sure to follow each story part.
a way of escaping the chills that came with it. When day broke, with the same sun to greet – a smile was held generously up to the sky. It was time to meet the farmer, the elderly sun- shook lady had delved into like a bud in precious soil. To know hands that dug up the sun’s mirth everyday would be like having come across hands that could heal. So, with little but a worry, he set out and the sun led the way. With not a sweat broken and a heart thumping forth, he soon found a field of green upbringings, seeds sown with sun-hands and he was sure this was where goodness grew in full swing. A man appeared with sunlines, but a soaring smile and he introduced himself almost immediately with a happy thrum in his voice. “Hi, I’m Jahah!” His hands had indeed been yellowed by
those who wish to sit still under its ‘feelers’. So, with each limb sun-bathing, the soul begins to bravely breathe again – stretching arms to the sky – only sunspots within reach.” Bright lips were moving, only giving but a chance for the sun to look down and own its story of soothing souls. It was to be made known that if your soul was sore, you needed only to sit upon step with sun above. No matter if the summer or winter sun was in the sky, both had the same joyous face of the lady with the sun-like-voice who had joined him on the steps. So, the traveller took the token offered by the sunbeam lady and lifted his sore bum from the steps that had all the sun in the world to enjoy. It was soon time for the night’s sun to be welcomed and he always had
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W hen the search for happiness began, the sun had, had a chance to tickle the sky. The bones which felt broken, relished in the leftover sun- aches, released by the sky. The story soon rolled out on a tongue that knew how to speak with a sunlit tone. “The sun is a faithful friend that spreads its cheerfulness upon
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