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The Givers Sunday evening sermon and as the parishioners leave this up-market church, some are in a good mood and feel generous towards the beggars at the door and give coins, others, of moral frugal hearts are busy reading a leaflet- handed out in the church- and thus didn’t see the supplicants. Had a fifty centimes coin in my pocket, which I intended to the man with the Labrador-hound as I did so the dog followed the transaction with serious eyes, as far as the dog understood it, its master was higher up on the human hierarchy then me, after all, I was the one doing the giving.
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Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 4:51 AM UTC
the givers
The Givers Sunday evening sermon and as the parishioners leave this up-market church, some are in a good mood and feel generous towards the beggars at the door and give coins, others, of moral frugal hearts are busy reading a leaflet- handed out in the church- and thus didn’t see the supplicants. Had a fifty centimes coin in my pocket, which I intended to the man with the Labrador-hound as I did so the dog followed the transaction with serious eyes, as far as the dog understood it, its master was higher up on the human hierarchy then me, after all, I was the one doing the giving.
jan-oskar-hansen
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Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 4:51 AM UTC
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