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the Maasai people eat mostly blood and milk after a certain age. a man we met showed us his sleeping father claiming his father was one hundred and eight years old the man under the blanket looked tiny and fragile a tangle of bird bones I could have lifted in my arms.
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Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 5:07 PM UTC
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the Maasai people eat mostly blood and milk after a certain age. a man we met showed us his sleeping father claiming his father was one hundred and eight years old the man under the blanket looked tiny and fragile a tangle of bird bones I could have lifted in my arms.
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Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 5:07 PM UTC
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