Is there anyone here who would like to meet to tell me their stories on camera? Any story, how you came here, what your life is like. It can be as inane as you would like, only satisfy my curiosity.
Once upon a time, there used to be two cities near the Dead Sea. Bustling jewels of their time and age, growing in art and rich in wealth. One day, there came a plague, it was unlike any other plague ever seen. The plague was neither locust nor frogs sent by God. There was a swarm of enchanting butterflies that passed by. Their wings were orange against the moonlit but they were tainted red closer by.
One citizen of each city saw the swarm and, marveled, they caught one each. The dust of their wings stained their fingertips and soon, they began to hear whispers: sweet nothings breathed in their ears. They were new ideas to try. They were ideas that came from the depths of their hearts.
One by one, the citizens who heard about this wonder wanted to catch a butterfly themselves. They longed to brush their digits into the spread wings and built an idol at their image.
The ideas were novel: man with man, woman with woman, old with young, one and plenty. Their eyes looked higher - into the sky
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No. Those are stories told to everyone. I wish for stories told to me, for me. This network is too impersonal. I want to sit across from a person and hear firsthand the story they tell.
I would think the stories told to many would be the same stories told to one--unless that one was one with whom one was particularly close. Still, it sounds like a very unusual collection you're trying to gather.
Have you never talked to someone from this network in person and seen the difference that nuances of expression and tone makes in a tale? If you have not, I recommend it to you.
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Alright. I do not mind being recorded.
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I will meet you. Where will you feel comfortable?
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Once upon a time, there used to be two cities near the Dead Sea. Bustling jewels of their time and age, growing in art and rich in wealth. One day, there came a plague, it was unlike any other plague ever seen. The plague was neither locust nor frogs sent by God. There was a swarm of enchanting butterflies that passed by. Their wings were orange against the moonlit but they were tainted red closer by.
One citizen of each city saw the swarm and, marveled, they caught one each. The dust of their wings stained their fingertips and soon, they began to hear whispers: sweet nothings breathed in their ears. They were new ideas to try. They were ideas that came from the depths of their hearts.
One by one, the citizens who heard about this wonder wanted to catch a butterfly themselves. They longed to brush their digits into the spread wings and built an idol at their image.
The ideas were novel: man with man, woman with woman, old with young, one and plenty. Their eyes looked higher - into the sky ( ... )
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