1,680 Thoughts to “beach”

  1. Greetings from California! I’m bored to death at work so I decided to browse your website on my iphone during lunch break.
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  2. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  3. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  4. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  5. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  6. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  7. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  8. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  9. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  10. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  11. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  12. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  13. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  14. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  15. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  16. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  17. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  18. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  19. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  20. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  21. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  22. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  23. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  24. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  25. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

    https://anotepad.com/notes/icf67ibs
    https://chyoa.com/user/andry19981972
    https://www.dnnsoftware.com/activity-feed/my-profile/userid/3184502
    https://cannabis.net/user/145347
    https://anotepad.com/notes/xqi8y4de
    https://haveagood.holiday/users/336466
    https://www.hentai-foundry.com/user/heliotopia1998/profile
    https://pastelink.net/8uieyz63
    https://pastelink.net/3josj4zk
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  26. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

    https://anotepad.com/notes/ycb9ksgc
    https://chyoa.com/user/electriceel19751992
    https://onedio.ru/profile/safflower-195-9
    https://okwave.jp/profile/u3102665.html
    https://www.brollopsguiden.se/medlemspresentation/85852
    https://rentry.org/ebdact
    https://muttonchops1958.micro.blog/about/
    https://tubeteencam.com/user/mrsdemure1953/profile
    https://chyoa.com/user/rotenber1958
    https://guiderope1987.diary.ru/

  27. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

    https://anotepad.com/notes/hjwcsc2e
    https://pigpaddle1992.micro.blog/about/
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    https://rentry.org/8ncap
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  28. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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    https://rentry.org/yazs8
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    https://deekane1983.bandcamp.com/album/the-island-chapter-4
    https://permacultureglobal.org/users/53863-jessica-strouf
    https://cannabis.net/user/145400
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  29. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

    https://bearddemon1956.bandcamp.com/album/daisy-modified-ch-05
    https://www.quia.com/profiles/r465powell
    https://onedio.ru/profile/safflower-195-9
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    https://haveagood.holiday/users/336532
    http://www.babelcube.com/user/melka-edan
    https://www.metal-archives.com/users/smokingun1961
    https://www.divephotoguide.com/user/sceptre1988
    https://www.brollopsguiden.se/medlemspresentation/85816
    https://imageevent.com/ogreman1996

  30. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

    https://haveagood.holiday/users/336362
    https://batboy1987.bandcamp.com/album/back-of-an-uber-0
    https://www.dnnsoftware.com/activity-feed/my-profile/userid/3184266
    https://rentry.org/ysaowd
    https://onedio.ru/profile/backrod-199-6
    https://chyoa.com/user/minkx1972
    https://imageevent.com/xarper1981
    https://imageevent.com/chikan1994
    https://www.haikudeck.com/presentations/H6wTqCmlET
    https://pastelink.net/qv21kwle

  31. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

    https://evomind1964.bandcamp.com/album/sleep-sex
    https://www.quia.com/profiles/marywi185
    https://anotepad.com/notes/bkwn2k6a
    https://www.dnnsoftware.com/activity-feed/my-profile/userid/3184464
    https://ellak.gr/user/arbigon1957/
    https://launchpad.net/~pigpaddle19691
    https://rentry.org/noo46
    https://www.cossa.ru/profile/?ID=237220
    https://www.obesityhelp.com/members/dustbunny1994/about_me/
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  32. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

    https://rentry.org/iwxfnu
    https://www.metal-archives.com/users/drayke1971
    https://www.brollopsguiden.se/medlemspresentation/85807
    https://amaliel1964.micro.blog/about/
    https://pastelink.net/kc0fa3vu
    https://rentry.org/k3e3qnde
    https://ellak.gr/user/dimrans1970/
    https://shydalle1994.diary.ru/
    https://cannabis.net/user/145409
    https://imageevent.com/batonrelay1956

  33. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

    https://pastelink.net/svkbw6r5
    https://www.dnnsoftware.com/activity-feed/my-profile/userid/3184413
    https://rentry.org/x2smnu
    https://www.obesityhelp.com/members/madamdoom1965/about_me/
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    https://rentry.org/b6uck
    https://imageevent.com/ljusik1965
    https://rentry.org/3vtir
    https://www.divephotoguide.com/user/hatikoo1954
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  34. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

    https://www.haikudeck.com/presentations/kUHrrDvd1K
    https://ellak.gr/user/caesarj1959/
    https://www.cossa.ru/profile/?ID=237135
    https://www.brollopsguiden.se/medlemspresentation/85799
    https://www.divephotoguide.com/user/venor1985
    https://chertenok1984.bandcamp.com/album/poppy-chapter-1
    https://haveagood.holiday/users/336452
    https://tubeteencam.com/user/ouster1955/profile
    https://imageevent.com/an4ik1979
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  35. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

    https://ellak.gr/user/picaresque1965/
    https://pastelink.net/jdrp0arz
    https://www.metal-archives.com/users/seqaya1965
    https://rentry.org/demh6
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    https://anotepad.com/notes/ip6j67br
    https://onedio.ru/profile/chinaplate-196-6
    https://www.divephotoguide.com/user/pashalan1986
    http://www.babelcube.com/user/justin-mancha
    https://chyoa.com/user/sceptre1953

  36. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  37. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  38. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  39. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  40. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  41. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  42. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  43. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  44. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  45. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  46. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  47. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  48. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  49. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  50. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  51. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  52. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  53. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  54. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  55. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  56. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  57. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  58. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  59. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  60. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  61. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  62. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  63. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  64. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  65. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  66. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  67. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  68. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  69. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  70. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  71. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  72. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  73. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  74. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  75. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  76. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  77. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  78. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  79. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  80. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  81. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  82. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  83. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  84. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  85. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  86. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  87. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  88. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  89. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  90. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  91. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  92. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  93. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  94. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  95. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  96. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  97. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  98. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  99. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  100. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  101. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  102. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  103. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  104. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  105. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  106. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  107. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  108. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  109. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  110. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  111. I wasn’t having much luck in northeast Utah, prospecting for silver on the mountainous land I had recently inherited from my grandfather Amos Danbury. I’m Ronald Danbury Jr. and most of my life I’ve hated being called ‘Junior’. I’m my own man, not just a younger version of my father.

    I found a cave behind a mound of rock that must have fallen thousands of years in the past. After an hour of digging enough of a tunnel to enter the large cavern, I found the remains of a tribe that had perished many centuries before, apparently after being entombed when the entrance collapsed. I shined my flashlight and headlamp around investigating.

    There were thousands of bones! Many were from animals I recognized, mountain goat, deer, fish, even half a bison skeleton. The hundreds and hundreds of human bones still laid in the positions they had died in.

    I saw a dozen or so simple clay bowls and pots and two large clay jars. I also found four large stone spear points, a few dozen arrow heads, one end of a bow with most of its string gone, and a few bits of leather from their clothing. The rest had decayed away or been eaten by bugs.

    I could tell they had been seven adult women, fifteen or so children, and one adult male. He was sitting against the wall in a corner, the only one who hadn’t died laying down. He was quite short, but the bones showed he once had huge shoulder and thigh muscles. At six feet even I was close to a foot taller, but I’d never want to wrestle him.

    Laying on the ground near the bones of the male was a large, curved tooth with some markings on it. I thought it was probably from a Smilodon, a saber-toothed cat. I felt the urge to touch it and picked it up. I suddenly felt stronger and more confident.

    I stared at the markings scratched into the sides, and somehow knew they meant ‘Power’ and ‘Dominance’. I held it in my hand, feeling a smile develop on my face. I stared at it a long time and felt better than I had in years. I set the tooth back on the ground and felt timid and weak, a sad precursor to what I might become. I quickly picked it up and felt great again.

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  112. Getting Started as a Cam Model
    It takes a special kind of person to be successful in the camming industry. Here are a few tips that’ll help get you started in making a name for yourself:

    1. Be Professional
    If you’re not confident, you won’t succeed as a cam girl! Full-stop. Confidence in your body and your talents makes for a more dynamic show that your fans will most certainly remember. Memorable shows means more potential earnings in the future.

    But confidency isn’t everything.

    Cam models are working professionals and with that comes the requirement to be polite and prompt as well. Act like it’s your job because it is! Whether you’re dealing with a cam site or a customer, you want to leave a positive impression each and every time.

    2. Build Your Cam Persona
    There are thousands of cam models out there, what will make your cam profile stand out?

    Whether it’s your sense of humor or your fantastic singing voice, focus on what makes you unique. The more specific you are, the easier it will be to find your audience and build a following.

    This includes finding out what makes your customers tick and choosing cam niches that viewers just can’t deny. It could be cosplay or the mommy angle, explore the endless choices and land on something that fits you.

    3. Stick to a Schedule
    This is a business, and like any business, it requires planning and organization.

    Creating your own schedule will help you stay on track and ensure that you’re making the most of your time. Your viewers will respond to consistency and will be more likely to become regulars if they know when you’re online.

    Don’t be late.

    It might sound obvious but unreliability and cancelled shows are a surefire way to lose customers.

    4. Invest in Yourself
    This business is all about you, so invest in yourself.

    Take time to learn about the industry and find out what other models are doing. Join forums and read blogs. The more you know, the better equipped you will be to succeed. Don’t be afraid to spend some cash on marketing and promotion too.

    It’ll be worth it in the long run.

    5. Be Patient
    Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither is a successful webcam model career.

    It takes time to build a following and start making serious money. Be patient and focus on putting out quality content. The rest will come in time.

    How To Get The Most Out of Every Cam Show
    The key to being a successful cam girl is to make the most of every show. Tips and tokens make the world go ’round. There are plenty of things you can do to reach your goals, but you’ll need to be creative and work hard.

    Here are a few ideas to get you started:

    1. Be Interactive and Get Personal
    Your viewers want to feel like they’re a part of the show, so make that happen and interact with them. The better the conversation, the hotter your chances of keeping them around. Don’t hold back from sharing about your day and asking about theirs.

    The more you engage enthusiastically, the more they’ll enjoy it and be willing to spend.

    Are you mainly performing in public shows? Set generous tip goals for enticing acts that’ll make your viewers want to score hard.

    If you’re more of a private performer, allure customers with the idea of personalized porn that could fulfill their fantasies.

    2. Dress To Impress
    Your appearance is essential as a webcam model. Another obvious one, we know, but being an attractive individual doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll win over clients, given the millions of other cam girls out there.

    What will win over clients is you putting effort into your looks in a way that boosts your confidence and sexuality. Wear what feels good and suits your style, even if you’ll be taking it off later, whether that’s some sexy lingerie or a more sporty getup.

    3. Think Outside the Box
    I mean this in every sense of the word. Think outside the box when it comes to your shows, your outfit, your everything. Online camming is virtually endless in category and what better way to stand out than by using a bit of creativity and courage to take the path less traveled?

    Be bold and don’t be afraid to take risks.

    At the end of the day, it’s your gig so if you try something out and it’s not your thing, no harm done and you can start fresh tomorrow.

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  113. Getting Started as a Cam Model
    It takes a special kind of person to be successful in the camming industry. Here are a few tips that’ll help get you started in making a name for yourself:

    1. Be Professional
    If you’re not confident, you won’t succeed as a cam girl! Full-stop. Confidence in your body and your talents makes for a more dynamic show that your fans will most certainly remember. Memorable shows means more potential earnings in the future.

    But confidency isn’t everything.

    Cam models are working professionals and with that comes the requirement to be polite and prompt as well. Act like it’s your job because it is! Whether you’re dealing with a cam site or a customer, you want to leave a positive impression each and every time.

    2. Build Your Cam Persona
    There are thousands of cam models out there, what will make your cam profile stand out?

    Whether it’s your sense of humor or your fantastic singing voice, focus on what makes you unique. The more specific you are, the easier it will be to find your audience and build a following.

    This includes finding out what makes your customers tick and choosing cam niches that viewers just can’t deny. It could be cosplay or the mommy angle, explore the endless choices and land on something that fits you.

    3. Stick to a Schedule
    This is a business, and like any business, it requires planning and organization.

    Creating your own schedule will help you stay on track and ensure that you’re making the most of your time. Your viewers will respond to consistency and will be more likely to become regulars if they know when you’re online.

    Don’t be late.

    It might sound obvious but unreliability and cancelled shows are a surefire way to lose customers.

    4. Invest in Yourself
    This business is all about you, so invest in yourself.

    Take time to learn about the industry and find out what other models are doing. Join forums and read blogs. The more you know, the better equipped you will be to succeed. Don’t be afraid to spend some cash on marketing and promotion too.

    It’ll be worth it in the long run.

    5. Be Patient
    Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither is a successful webcam model career.

    It takes time to build a following and start making serious money. Be patient and focus on putting out quality content. The rest will come in time.

    How To Get The Most Out of Every Cam Show
    The key to being a successful cam girl is to make the most of every show. Tips and tokens make the world go ’round. There are plenty of things you can do to reach your goals, but you’ll need to be creative and work hard.

    Here are a few ideas to get you started:

    1. Be Interactive and Get Personal
    Your viewers want to feel like they’re a part of the show, so make that happen and interact with them. The better the conversation, the hotter your chances of keeping them around. Don’t hold back from sharing about your day and asking about theirs.

    The more you engage enthusiastically, the more they’ll enjoy it and be willing to spend.

    Are you mainly performing in public shows? Set generous tip goals for enticing acts that’ll make your viewers want to score hard.

    If you’re more of a private performer, allure customers with the idea of personalized porn that could fulfill their fantasies.

    2. Dress To Impress
    Your appearance is essential as a webcam model. Another obvious one, we know, but being an attractive individual doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll win over clients, given the millions of other cam girls out there.

    What will win over clients is you putting effort into your looks in a way that boosts your confidence and sexuality. Wear what feels good and suits your style, even if you’ll be taking it off later, whether that’s some sexy lingerie or a more sporty getup.

    3. Think Outside the Box
    I mean this in every sense of the word. Think outside the box when it comes to your shows, your outfit, your everything. Online camming is virtually endless in category and what better way to stand out than by using a bit of creativity and courage to take the path less traveled?

    Be bold and don’t be afraid to take risks.

    At the end of the day, it’s your gig so if you try something out and it’s not your thing, no harm done and you can start fresh tomorrow.

    https://cannabis.net/user/145951

  114. Getting Started as a Cam Model
    It takes a special kind of person to be successful in the camming industry. Here are a few tips that’ll help get you started in making a name for yourself:

    1. Be Professional
    If you’re not confident, you won’t succeed as a cam girl! Full-stop. Confidence in your body and your talents makes for a more dynamic show that your fans will most certainly remember. Memorable shows means more potential earnings in the future.

    But confidency isn’t everything.

    Cam models are working professionals and with that comes the requirement to be polite and prompt as well. Act like it’s your job because it is! Whether you’re dealing with a cam site or a customer, you want to leave a positive impression each and every time.

    2. Build Your Cam Persona
    There are thousands of cam models out there, what will make your cam profile stand out?

    Whether it’s your sense of humor or your fantastic singing voice, focus on what makes you unique. The more specific you are, the easier it will be to find your audience and build a following.

    This includes finding out what makes your customers tick and choosing cam niches that viewers just can’t deny. It could be cosplay or the mommy angle, explore the endless choices and land on something that fits you.

    3. Stick to a Schedule
    This is a business, and like any business, it requires planning and organization.

    Creating your own schedule will help you stay on track and ensure that you’re making the most of your time. Your viewers will respond to consistency and will be more likely to become regulars if they know when you’re online.

    Don’t be late.

    It might sound obvious but unreliability and cancelled shows are a surefire way to lose customers.

    4. Invest in Yourself
    This business is all about you, so invest in yourself.

    Take time to learn about the industry and find out what other models are doing. Join forums and read blogs. The more you know, the better equipped you will be to succeed. Don’t be afraid to spend some cash on marketing and promotion too.

    It’ll be worth it in the long run.

    5. Be Patient
    Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither is a successful webcam model career.

    It takes time to build a following and start making serious money. Be patient and focus on putting out quality content. The rest will come in time.

    How To Get The Most Out of Every Cam Show
    The key to being a successful cam girl is to make the most of every show. Tips and tokens make the world go ’round. There are plenty of things you can do to reach your goals, but you’ll need to be creative and work hard.

    Here are a few ideas to get you started:

    1. Be Interactive and Get Personal
    Your viewers want to feel like they’re a part of the show, so make that happen and interact with them. The better the conversation, the hotter your chances of keeping them around. Don’t hold back from sharing about your day and asking about theirs.

    The more you engage enthusiastically, the more they’ll enjoy it and be willing to spend.

    Are you mainly performing in public shows? Set generous tip goals for enticing acts that’ll make your viewers want to score hard.

    If you’re more of a private performer, allure customers with the idea of personalized porn that could fulfill their fantasies.

    2. Dress To Impress
    Your appearance is essential as a webcam model. Another obvious one, we know, but being an attractive individual doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll win over clients, given the millions of other cam girls out there.

    What will win over clients is you putting effort into your looks in a way that boosts your confidence and sexuality. Wear what feels good and suits your style, even if you’ll be taking it off later, whether that’s some sexy lingerie or a more sporty getup.

    3. Think Outside the Box
    I mean this in every sense of the word. Think outside the box when it comes to your shows, your outfit, your everything. Online camming is virtually endless in category and what better way to stand out than by using a bit of creativity and courage to take the path less traveled?

    Be bold and don’t be afraid to take risks.

    At the end of the day, it’s your gig so if you try something out and it’s not your thing, no harm done and you can start fresh tomorrow.

    https://poniker231977.bandcamp.com/album/msn-conversation-between-a-man-and-a-sexstarved-woman

  115. Getting Started as a Cam Model
    It takes a special kind of person to be successful in the camming industry. Here are a few tips that’ll help get you started in making a name for yourself:

    1. Be Professional
    If you’re not confident, you won’t succeed as a cam girl! Full-stop. Confidence in your body and your talents makes for a more dynamic show that your fans will most certainly remember. Memorable shows means more potential earnings in the future.

    But confidency isn’t everything.

    Cam models are working professionals and with that comes the requirement to be polite and prompt as well. Act like it’s your job because it is! Whether you’re dealing with a cam site or a customer, you want to leave a positive impression each and every time.

    2. Build Your Cam Persona
    There are thousands of cam models out there, what will make your cam profile stand out?

    Whether it’s your sense of humor or your fantastic singing voice, focus on what makes you unique. The more specific you are, the easier it will be to find your audience and build a following.

    This includes finding out what makes your customers tick and choosing cam niches that viewers just can’t deny. It could be cosplay or the mommy angle, explore the endless choices and land on something that fits you.

    3. Stick to a Schedule
    This is a business, and like any business, it requires planning and organization.

    Creating your own schedule will help you stay on track and ensure that you’re making the most of your time. Your viewers will respond to consistency and will be more likely to become regulars if they know when you’re online.

    Don’t be late.

    It might sound obvious but unreliability and cancelled shows are a surefire way to lose customers.

    4. Invest in Yourself
    This business is all about you, so invest in yourself.

    Take time to learn about the industry and find out what other models are doing. Join forums and read blogs. The more you know, the better equipped you will be to succeed. Don’t be afraid to spend some cash on marketing and promotion too.

    It’ll be worth it in the long run.

    5. Be Patient
    Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither is a successful webcam model career.

    It takes time to build a following and start making serious money. Be patient and focus on putting out quality content. The rest will come in time.

    How To Get The Most Out of Every Cam Show
    The key to being a successful cam girl is to make the most of every show. Tips and tokens make the world go ’round. There are plenty of things you can do to reach your goals, but you’ll need to be creative and work hard.

    Here are a few ideas to get you started:

    1. Be Interactive and Get Personal
    Your viewers want to feel like they’re a part of the show, so make that happen and interact with them. The better the conversation, the hotter your chances of keeping them around. Don’t hold back from sharing about your day and asking about theirs.

    The more you engage enthusiastically, the more they’ll enjoy it and be willing to spend.

    Are you mainly performing in public shows? Set generous tip goals for enticing acts that’ll make your viewers want to score hard.

    If you’re more of a private performer, allure customers with the idea of personalized porn that could fulfill their fantasies.

    2. Dress To Impress
    Your appearance is essential as a webcam model. Another obvious one, we know, but being an attractive individual doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll win over clients, given the millions of other cam girls out there.

    What will win over clients is you putting effort into your looks in a way that boosts your confidence and sexuality. Wear what feels good and suits your style, even if you’ll be taking it off later, whether that’s some sexy lingerie or a more sporty getup.

    3. Think Outside the Box
    I mean this in every sense of the word. Think outside the box when it comes to your shows, your outfit, your everything. Online camming is virtually endless in category and what better way to stand out than by using a bit of creativity and courage to take the path less traveled?

    Be bold and don’t be afraid to take risks.

    At the end of the day, it’s your gig so if you try something out and it’s not your thing, no harm done and you can start fresh tomorrow.

    https://www.cossa.ru/profile/?ID=237937

  116. Getting Started as a Cam Model
    It takes a special kind of person to be successful in the camming industry. Here are a few tips that’ll help get you started in making a name for yourself:

    1. Be Professional
    If you’re not confident, you won’t succeed as a cam girl! Full-stop. Confidence in your body and your talents makes for a more dynamic show that your fans will most certainly remember. Memorable shows means more potential earnings in the future.

    But confidency isn’t everything.

    Cam models are working professionals and with that comes the requirement to be polite and prompt as well. Act like it’s your job because it is! Whether you’re dealing with a cam site or a customer, you want to leave a positive impression each and every time.

    2. Build Your Cam Persona
    There are thousands of cam models out there, what will make your cam profile stand out?

    Whether it’s your sense of humor or your fantastic singing voice, focus on what makes you unique. The more specific you are, the easier it will be to find your audience and build a following.

    This includes finding out what makes your customers tick and choosing cam niches that viewers just can’t deny. It could be cosplay or the mommy angle, explore the endless choices and land on something that fits you.

    3. Stick to a Schedule
    This is a business, and like any business, it requires planning and organization.

    Creating your own schedule will help you stay on track and ensure that you’re making the most of your time. Your viewers will respond to consistency and will be more likely to become regulars if they know when you’re online.

    Don’t be late.

    It might sound obvious but unreliability and cancelled shows are a surefire way to lose customers.

    4. Invest in Yourself
    This business is all about you, so invest in yourself.

    Take time to learn about the industry and find out what other models are doing. Join forums and read blogs. The more you know, the better equipped you will be to succeed. Don’t be afraid to spend some cash on marketing and promotion too.

    It’ll be worth it in the long run.

    5. Be Patient
    Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither is a successful webcam model career.

    It takes time to build a following and start making serious money. Be patient and focus on putting out quality content. The rest will come in time.

    How To Get The Most Out of Every Cam Show
    The key to being a successful cam girl is to make the most of every show. Tips and tokens make the world go ’round. There are plenty of things you can do to reach your goals, but you’ll need to be creative and work hard.

    Here are a few ideas to get you started:

    1. Be Interactive and Get Personal
    Your viewers want to feel like they’re a part of the show, so make that happen and interact with them. The better the conversation, the hotter your chances of keeping them around. Don’t hold back from sharing about your day and asking about theirs.

    The more you engage enthusiastically, the more they’ll enjoy it and be willing to spend.

    Are you mainly performing in public shows? Set generous tip goals for enticing acts that’ll make your viewers want to score hard.

    If you’re more of a private performer, allure customers with the idea of personalized porn that could fulfill their fantasies.

    2. Dress To Impress
    Your appearance is essential as a webcam model. Another obvious one, we know, but being an attractive individual doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll win over clients, given the millions of other cam girls out there.

    What will win over clients is you putting effort into your looks in a way that boosts your confidence and sexuality. Wear what feels good and suits your style, even if you’ll be taking it off later, whether that’s some sexy lingerie or a more sporty getup.

    3. Think Outside the Box
    I mean this in every sense of the word. Think outside the box when it comes to your shows, your outfit, your everything. Online camming is virtually endless in category and what better way to stand out than by using a bit of creativity and courage to take the path less traveled?

    Be bold and don’t be afraid to take risks.

    At the end of the day, it’s your gig so if you try something out and it’s not your thing, no harm done and you can start fresh tomorrow.

    https://www.dnnsoftware.com/activity-feed/my-profile/userid/3185194

  117. Getting Started as a Cam Model
    It takes a special kind of person to be successful in the camming industry. Here are a few tips that’ll help get you started in making a name for yourself:

    1. Be Professional
    If you’re not confident, you won’t succeed as a cam girl! Full-stop. Confidence in your body and your talents makes for a more dynamic show that your fans will most certainly remember. Memorable shows means more potential earnings in the future.

    But confidency isn’t everything.

    Cam models are working professionals and with that comes the requirement to be polite and prompt as well. Act like it’s your job because it is! Whether you’re dealing with a cam site or a customer, you want to leave a positive impression each and every time.

    2. Build Your Cam Persona
    There are thousands of cam models out there, what will make your cam profile stand out?

    Whether it’s your sense of humor or your fantastic singing voice, focus on what makes you unique. The more specific you are, the easier it will be to find your audience and build a following.

    This includes finding out what makes your customers tick and choosing cam niches that viewers just can’t deny. It could be cosplay or the mommy angle, explore the endless choices and land on something that fits you.

    3. Stick to a Schedule
    This is a business, and like any business, it requires planning and organization.

    Creating your own schedule will help you stay on track and ensure that you’re making the most of your time. Your viewers will respond to consistency and will be more likely to become regulars if they know when you’re online.

    Don’t be late.

    It might sound obvious but unreliability and cancelled shows are a surefire way to lose customers.

    4. Invest in Yourself
    This business is all about you, so invest in yourself.

    Take time to learn about the industry and find out what other models are doing. Join forums and read blogs. The more you know, the better equipped you will be to succeed. Don’t be afraid to spend some cash on marketing and promotion too.

    It’ll be worth it in the long run.

    5. Be Patient
    Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither is a successful webcam model career.

    It takes time to build a following and start making serious money. Be patient and focus on putting out quality content. The rest will come in time.

    How To Get The Most Out of Every Cam Show
    The key to being a successful cam girl is to make the most of every show. Tips and tokens make the world go ’round. There are plenty of things you can do to reach your goals, but you’ll need to be creative and work hard.

    Here are a few ideas to get you started:

    1. Be Interactive and Get Personal
    Your viewers want to feel like they’re a part of the show, so make that happen and interact with them. The better the conversation, the hotter your chances of keeping them around. Don’t hold back from sharing about your day and asking about theirs.

    The more you engage enthusiastically, the more they’ll enjoy it and be willing to spend.

    Are you mainly performing in public shows? Set generous tip goals for enticing acts that’ll make your viewers want to score hard.

    If you’re more of a private performer, allure customers with the idea of personalized porn that could fulfill their fantasies.

    2. Dress To Impress
    Your appearance is essential as a webcam model. Another obvious one, we know, but being an attractive individual doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll win over clients, given the millions of other cam girls out there.

    What will win over clients is you putting effort into your looks in a way that boosts your confidence and sexuality. Wear what feels good and suits your style, even if you’ll be taking it off later, whether that’s some sexy lingerie or a more sporty getup.

    3. Think Outside the Box
    I mean this in every sense of the word. Think outside the box when it comes to your shows, your outfit, your everything. Online camming is virtually endless in category and what better way to stand out than by using a bit of creativity and courage to take the path less traveled?

    Be bold and don’t be afraid to take risks.

    At the end of the day, it’s your gig so if you try something out and it’s not your thing, no harm done and you can start fresh tomorrow.

    https://www.brollopsguiden.se/medlemspresentation/85948

  118. Getting Started as a Cam Model
    It takes a special kind of person to be successful in the camming industry. Here are a few tips that’ll help get you started in making a name for yourself:

    1. Be Professional
    If you’re not confident, you won’t succeed as a cam girl! Full-stop. Confidence in your body and your talents makes for a more dynamic show that your fans will most certainly remember. Memorable shows means more potential earnings in the future.

    But confidency isn’t everything.

    Cam models are working professionals and with that comes the requirement to be polite and prompt as well. Act like it’s your job because it is! Whether you’re dealing with a cam site or a customer, you want to leave a positive impression each and every time.

    2. Build Your Cam Persona
    There are thousands of cam models out there, what will make your cam profile stand out?

    Whether it’s your sense of humor or your fantastic singing voice, focus on what makes you unique. The more specific you are, the easier it will be to find your audience and build a following.

    This includes finding out what makes your customers tick and choosing cam niches that viewers just can’t deny. It could be cosplay or the mommy angle, explore the endless choices and land on something that fits you.

    3. Stick to a Schedule
    This is a business, and like any business, it requires planning and organization.

    Creating your own schedule will help you stay on track and ensure that you’re making the most of your time. Your viewers will respond to consistency and will be more likely to become regulars if they know when you’re online.

    Don’t be late.

    It might sound obvious but unreliability and cancelled shows are a surefire way to lose customers.

    4. Invest in Yourself
    This business is all about you, so invest in yourself.

    Take time to learn about the industry and find out what other models are doing. Join forums and read blogs. The more you know, the better equipped you will be to succeed. Don’t be afraid to spend some cash on marketing and promotion too.

    It’ll be worth it in the long run.

    5. Be Patient
    Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither is a successful webcam model career.

    It takes time to build a following and start making serious money. Be patient and focus on putting out quality content. The rest will come in time.

    How To Get The Most Out of Every Cam Show
    The key to being a successful cam girl is to make the most of every show. Tips and tokens make the world go ’round. There are plenty of things you can do to reach your goals, but you’ll need to be creative and work hard.

    Here are a few ideas to get you started:

    1. Be Interactive and Get Personal
    Your viewers want to feel like they’re a part of the show, so make that happen and interact with them. The better the conversation, the hotter your chances of keeping them around. Don’t hold back from sharing about your day and asking about theirs.

    The more you engage enthusiastically, the more they’ll enjoy it and be willing to spend.

    Are you mainly performing in public shows? Set generous tip goals for enticing acts that’ll make your viewers want to score hard.

    If you’re more of a private performer, allure customers with the idea of personalized porn that could fulfill their fantasies.

    2. Dress To Impress
    Your appearance is essential as a webcam model. Another obvious one, we know, but being an attractive individual doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll win over clients, given the millions of other cam girls out there.

    What will win over clients is you putting effort into your looks in a way that boosts your confidence and sexuality. Wear what feels good and suits your style, even if you’ll be taking it off later, whether that’s some sexy lingerie or a more sporty getup.

    3. Think Outside the Box
    I mean this in every sense of the word. Think outside the box when it comes to your shows, your outfit, your everything. Online camming is virtually endless in category and what better way to stand out than by using a bit of creativity and courage to take the path less traveled?

    Be bold and don’t be afraid to take risks.

    At the end of the day, it’s your gig so if you try something out and it’s not your thing, no harm done and you can start fresh tomorrow.

    https://www.divephotoguide.com/user/parasitetown1958

  119. Getting Started as a Cam Model
    It takes a special kind of person to be successful in the camming industry. Here are a few tips that’ll help get you started in making a name for yourself:

    1. Be Professional
    If you’re not confident, you won’t succeed as a cam girl! Full-stop. Confidence in your body and your talents makes for a more dynamic show that your fans will most certainly remember. Memorable shows means more potential earnings in the future.

    But confidency isn’t everything.

    Cam models are working professionals and with that comes the requirement to be polite and prompt as well. Act like it’s your job because it is! Whether you’re dealing with a cam site or a customer, you want to leave a positive impression each and every time.

    2. Build Your Cam Persona
    There are thousands of cam models out there, what will make your cam profile stand out?

    Whether it’s your sense of humor or your fantastic singing voice, focus on what makes you unique. The more specific you are, the easier it will be to find your audience and build a following.

    This includes finding out what makes your customers tick and choosing cam niches that viewers just can’t deny. It could be cosplay or the mommy angle, explore the endless choices and land on something that fits you.

    3. Stick to a Schedule
    This is a business, and like any business, it requires planning and organization.

    Creating your own schedule will help you stay on track and ensure that you’re making the most of your time. Your viewers will respond to consistency and will be more likely to become regulars if they know when you’re online.

    Don’t be late.

    It might sound obvious but unreliability and cancelled shows are a surefire way to lose customers.

    4. Invest in Yourself
    This business is all about you, so invest in yourself.

    Take time to learn about the industry and find out what other models are doing. Join forums and read blogs. The more you know, the better equipped you will be to succeed. Don’t be afraid to spend some cash on marketing and promotion too.

    It’ll be worth it in the long run.

    5. Be Patient
    Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither is a successful webcam model career.

    It takes time to build a following and start making serious money. Be patient and focus on putting out quality content. The rest will come in time.

    How To Get The Most Out of Every Cam Show
    The key to being a successful cam girl is to make the most of every show. Tips and tokens make the world go ’round. There are plenty of things you can do to reach your goals, but you’ll need to be creative and work hard.

    Here are a few ideas to get you started:

    1. Be Interactive and Get Personal
    Your viewers want to feel like they’re a part of the show, so make that happen and interact with them. The better the conversation, the hotter your chances of keeping them around. Don’t hold back from sharing about your day and asking about theirs.

    The more you engage enthusiastically, the more they’ll enjoy it and be willing to spend.

    Are you mainly performing in public shows? Set generous tip goals for enticing acts that’ll make your viewers want to score hard.

    If you’re more of a private performer, allure customers with the idea of personalized porn that could fulfill their fantasies.

    2. Dress To Impress
    Your appearance is essential as a webcam model. Another obvious one, we know, but being an attractive individual doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll win over clients, given the millions of other cam girls out there.

    What will win over clients is you putting effort into your looks in a way that boosts your confidence and sexuality. Wear what feels good and suits your style, even if you’ll be taking it off later, whether that’s some sexy lingerie or a more sporty getup.

    3. Think Outside the Box
    I mean this in every sense of the word. Think outside the box when it comes to your shows, your outfit, your everything. Online camming is virtually endless in category and what better way to stand out than by using a bit of creativity and courage to take the path less traveled?

    Be bold and don’t be afraid to take risks.

    At the end of the day, it’s your gig so if you try something out and it’s not your thing, no harm done and you can start fresh tomorrow.

    https://www.haikudeck.com/presentations/g5F6mOv1tb

  120. Getting Started as a Cam Model
    It takes a special kind of person to be successful in the camming industry. Here are a few tips that’ll help get you started in making a name for yourself:

    1. Be Professional
    If you’re not confident, you won’t succeed as a cam girl! Full-stop. Confidence in your body and your talents makes for a more dynamic show that your fans will most certainly remember. Memorable shows means more potential earnings in the future.

    But confidency isn’t everything.

    Cam models are working professionals and with that comes the requirement to be polite and prompt as well. Act like it’s your job because it is! Whether you’re dealing with a cam site or a customer, you want to leave a positive impression each and every time.

    2. Build Your Cam Persona
    There are thousands of cam models out there, what will make your cam profile stand out?

    Whether it’s your sense of humor or your fantastic singing voice, focus on what makes you unique. The more specific you are, the easier it will be to find your audience and build a following.

    This includes finding out what makes your customers tick and choosing cam niches that viewers just can’t deny. It could be cosplay or the mommy angle, explore the endless choices and land on something that fits you.

    3. Stick to a Schedule
    This is a business, and like any business, it requires planning and organization.

    Creating your own schedule will help you stay on track and ensure that you’re making the most of your time. Your viewers will respond to consistency and will be more likely to become regulars if they know when you’re online.

    Don’t be late.

    It might sound obvious but unreliability and cancelled shows are a surefire way to lose customers.

    4. Invest in Yourself
    This business is all about you, so invest in yourself.

    Take time to learn about the industry and find out what other models are doing. Join forums and read blogs. The more you know, the better equipped you will be to succeed. Don’t be afraid to spend some cash on marketing and promotion too.

    It’ll be worth it in the long run.

    5. Be Patient
    Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither is a successful webcam model career.

    It takes time to build a following and start making serious money. Be patient and focus on putting out quality content. The rest will come in time.

    How To Get The Most Out of Every Cam Show
    The key to being a successful cam girl is to make the most of every show. Tips and tokens make the world go ’round. There are plenty of things you can do to reach your goals, but you’ll need to be creative and work hard.

    Here are a few ideas to get you started:

    1. Be Interactive and Get Personal
    Your viewers want to feel like they’re a part of the show, so make that happen and interact with them. The better the conversation, the hotter your chances of keeping them around. Don’t hold back from sharing about your day and asking about theirs.

    The more you engage enthusiastically, the more they’ll enjoy it and be willing to spend.

    Are you mainly performing in public shows? Set generous tip goals for enticing acts that’ll make your viewers want to score hard.

    If you’re more of a private performer, allure customers with the idea of personalized porn that could fulfill their fantasies.

    2. Dress To Impress
    Your appearance is essential as a webcam model. Another obvious one, we know, but being an attractive individual doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll win over clients, given the millions of other cam girls out there.

    What will win over clients is you putting effort into your looks in a way that boosts your confidence and sexuality. Wear what feels good and suits your style, even if you’ll be taking it off later, whether that’s some sexy lingerie or a more sporty getup.

    3. Think Outside the Box
    I mean this in every sense of the word. Think outside the box when it comes to your shows, your outfit, your everything. Online camming is virtually endless in category and what better way to stand out than by using a bit of creativity and courage to take the path less traveled?

    Be bold and don’t be afraid to take risks.

    At the end of the day, it’s your gig so if you try something out and it’s not your thing, no harm done and you can start fresh tomorrow.

    https://www.dnnsoftware.com/activity-feed/my-profile/userid/3185181

  121. Getting Started as a Cam Model
    It takes a special kind of person to be successful in the camming industry. Here are a few tips that’ll help get you started in making a name for yourself:

    1. Be Professional
    If you’re not confident, you won’t succeed as a cam girl! Full-stop. Confidence in your body and your talents makes for a more dynamic show that your fans will most certainly remember. Memorable shows means more potential earnings in the future.

    But confidency isn’t everything.

    Cam models are working professionals and with that comes the requirement to be polite and prompt as well. Act like it’s your job because it is! Whether you’re dealing with a cam site or a customer, you want to leave a positive impression each and every time.

    2. Build Your Cam Persona
    There are thousands of cam models out there, what will make your cam profile stand out?

    Whether it’s your sense of humor or your fantastic singing voice, focus on what makes you unique. The more specific you are, the easier it will be to find your audience and build a following.

    This includes finding out what makes your customers tick and choosing cam niches that viewers just can’t deny. It could be cosplay or the mommy angle, explore the endless choices and land on something that fits you.

    3. Stick to a Schedule
    This is a business, and like any business, it requires planning and organization.

    Creating your own schedule will help you stay on track and ensure that you’re making the most of your time. Your viewers will respond to consistency and will be more likely to become regulars if they know when you’re online.

    Don’t be late.

    It might sound obvious but unreliability and cancelled shows are a surefire way to lose customers.

    4. Invest in Yourself
    This business is all about you, so invest in yourself.

    Take time to learn about the industry and find out what other models are doing. Join forums and read blogs. The more you know, the better equipped you will be to succeed. Don’t be afraid to spend some cash on marketing and promotion too.

    It’ll be worth it in the long run.

    5. Be Patient
    Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither is a successful webcam model career.

    It takes time to build a following and start making serious money. Be patient and focus on putting out quality content. The rest will come in time.

    How To Get The Most Out of Every Cam Show
    The key to being a successful cam girl is to make the most of every show. Tips and tokens make the world go ’round. There are plenty of things you can do to reach your goals, but you’ll need to be creative and work hard.

    Here are a few ideas to get you started:

    1. Be Interactive and Get Personal
    Your viewers want to feel like they’re a part of the show, so make that happen and interact with them. The better the conversation, the hotter your chances of keeping them around. Don’t hold back from sharing about your day and asking about theirs.

    The more you engage enthusiastically, the more they’ll enjoy it and be willing to spend.

    Are you mainly performing in public shows? Set generous tip goals for enticing acts that’ll make your viewers want to score hard.

    If you’re more of a private performer, allure customers with the idea of personalized porn that could fulfill their fantasies.

    2. Dress To Impress
    Your appearance is essential as a webcam model. Another obvious one, we know, but being an attractive individual doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll win over clients, given the millions of other cam girls out there.

    What will win over clients is you putting effort into your looks in a way that boosts your confidence and sexuality. Wear what feels good and suits your style, even if you’ll be taking it off later, whether that’s some sexy lingerie or a more sporty getup.

    3. Think Outside the Box
    I mean this in every sense of the word. Think outside the box when it comes to your shows, your outfit, your everything. Online camming is virtually endless in category and what better way to stand out than by using a bit of creativity and courage to take the path less traveled?

    Be bold and don’t be afraid to take risks.

    At the end of the day, it’s your gig so if you try something out and it’s not your thing, no harm done and you can start fresh tomorrow.

    https://lusterbunny1969.micro.blog/about/

  122. Getting Started as a Cam Model
    It takes a special kind of person to be successful in the camming industry. Here are a few tips that’ll help get you started in making a name for yourself:

    1. Be Professional
    If you’re not confident, you won’t succeed as a cam girl! Full-stop. Confidence in your body and your talents makes for a more dynamic show that your fans will most certainly remember. Memorable shows means more potential earnings in the future.

    But confidency isn’t everything.

    Cam models are working professionals and with that comes the requirement to be polite and prompt as well. Act like it’s your job because it is! Whether you’re dealing with a cam site or a customer, you want to leave a positive impression each and every time.

    2. Build Your Cam Persona
    There are thousands of cam models out there, what will make your cam profile stand out?

    Whether it’s your sense of humor or your fantastic singing voice, focus on what makes you unique. The more specific you are, the easier it will be to find your audience and build a following.

    This includes finding out what makes your customers tick and choosing cam niches that viewers just can’t deny. It could be cosplay or the mommy angle, explore the endless choices and land on something that fits you.

    3. Stick to a Schedule
    This is a business, and like any business, it requires planning and organization.

    Creating your own schedule will help you stay on track and ensure that you’re making the most of your time. Your viewers will respond to consistency and will be more likely to become regulars if they know when you’re online.

    Don’t be late.

    It might sound obvious but unreliability and cancelled shows are a surefire way to lose customers.

    4. Invest in Yourself
    This business is all about you, so invest in yourself.

    Take time to learn about the industry and find out what other models are doing. Join forums and read blogs. The more you know, the better equipped you will be to succeed. Don’t be afraid to spend some cash on marketing and promotion too.

    It’ll be worth it in the long run.

    5. Be Patient
    Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither is a successful webcam model career.

    It takes time to build a following and start making serious money. Be patient and focus on putting out quality content. The rest will come in time.

    How To Get The Most Out of Every Cam Show
    The key to being a successful cam girl is to make the most of every show. Tips and tokens make the world go ’round. There are plenty of things you can do to reach your goals, but you’ll need to be creative and work hard.

    Here are a few ideas to get you started:

    1. Be Interactive and Get Personal
    Your viewers want to feel like they’re a part of the show, so make that happen and interact with them. The better the conversation, the hotter your chances of keeping them around. Don’t hold back from sharing about your day and asking about theirs.

    The more you engage enthusiastically, the more they’ll enjoy it and be willing to spend.

    Are you mainly performing in public shows? Set generous tip goals for enticing acts that’ll make your viewers want to score hard.

    If you’re more of a private performer, allure customers with the idea of personalized porn that could fulfill their fantasies.

    2. Dress To Impress
    Your appearance is essential as a webcam model. Another obvious one, we know, but being an attractive individual doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll win over clients, given the millions of other cam girls out there.

    What will win over clients is you putting effort into your looks in a way that boosts your confidence and sexuality. Wear what feels good and suits your style, even if you’ll be taking it off later, whether that’s some sexy lingerie or a more sporty getup.

    3. Think Outside the Box
    I mean this in every sense of the word. Think outside the box when it comes to your shows, your outfit, your everything. Online camming is virtually endless in category and what better way to stand out than by using a bit of creativity and courage to take the path less traveled?

    Be bold and don’t be afraid to take risks.

    At the end of the day, it’s your gig so if you try something out and it’s not your thing, no harm done and you can start fresh tomorrow.

    https://www.divephotoguide.com/user/peregrint19771973

  123. Getting Started as a Cam Model
    It takes a special kind of person to be successful in the camming industry. Here are a few tips that’ll help get you started in making a name for yourself:

    1. Be Professional
    If you’re not confident, you won’t succeed as a cam girl! Full-stop. Confidence in your body and your talents makes for a more dynamic show that your fans will most certainly remember. Memorable shows means more potential earnings in the future.

    But confidency isn’t everything.

    Cam models are working professionals and with that comes the requirement to be polite and prompt as well. Act like it’s your job because it is! Whether you’re dealing with a cam site or a customer, you want to leave a positive impression each and every time.

    2. Build Your Cam Persona
    There are thousands of cam models out there, what will make your cam profile stand out?

    Whether it’s your sense of humor or your fantastic singing voice, focus on what makes you unique. The more specific you are, the easier it will be to find your audience and build a following.

    This includes finding out what makes your customers tick and choosing cam niches that viewers just can’t deny. It could be cosplay or the mommy angle, explore the endless choices and land on something that fits you.

    3. Stick to a Schedule
    This is a business, and like any business, it requires planning and organization.

    Creating your own schedule will help you stay on track and ensure that you’re making the most of your time. Your viewers will respond to consistency and will be more likely to become regulars if they know when you’re online.

    Don’t be late.

    It might sound obvious but unreliability and cancelled shows are a surefire way to lose customers.

    4. Invest in Yourself
    This business is all about you, so invest in yourself.

    Take time to learn about the industry and find out what other models are doing. Join forums and read blogs. The more you know, the better equipped you will be to succeed. Don’t be afraid to spend some cash on marketing and promotion too.

    It’ll be worth it in the long run.

    5. Be Patient
    Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither is a successful webcam model career.

    It takes time to build a following and start making serious money. Be patient and focus on putting out quality content. The rest will come in time.

    How To Get The Most Out of Every Cam Show
    The key to being a successful cam girl is to make the most of every show. Tips and tokens make the world go ’round. There are plenty of things you can do to reach your goals, but you’ll need to be creative and work hard.

    Here are a few ideas to get you started:

    1. Be Interactive and Get Personal
    Your viewers want to feel like they’re a part of the show, so make that happen and interact with them. The better the conversation, the hotter your chances of keeping them around. Don’t hold back from sharing about your day and asking about theirs.

    The more you engage enthusiastically, the more they’ll enjoy it and be willing to spend.

    Are you mainly performing in public shows? Set generous tip goals for enticing acts that’ll make your viewers want to score hard.

    If you’re more of a private performer, allure customers with the idea of personalized porn that could fulfill their fantasies.

    2. Dress To Impress
    Your appearance is essential as a webcam model. Another obvious one, we know, but being an attractive individual doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll win over clients, given the millions of other cam girls out there.

    What will win over clients is you putting effort into your looks in a way that boosts your confidence and sexuality. Wear what feels good and suits your style, even if you’ll be taking it off later, whether that’s some sexy lingerie or a more sporty getup.

    3. Think Outside the Box
    I mean this in every sense of the word. Think outside the box when it comes to your shows, your outfit, your everything. Online camming is virtually endless in category and what better way to stand out than by using a bit of creativity and courage to take the path less traveled?

    Be bold and don’t be afraid to take risks.

    At the end of the day, it’s your gig so if you try something out and it’s not your thing, no harm done and you can start fresh tomorrow.

    https://maradonner1957.micro.blog/about/

  124. Getting Started as a Cam Model
    It takes a special kind of person to be successful in the camming industry. Here are a few tips that’ll help get you started in making a name for yourself:

    1. Be Professional
    If you’re not confident, you won’t succeed as a cam girl! Full-stop. Confidence in your body and your talents makes for a more dynamic show that your fans will most certainly remember. Memorable shows means more potential earnings in the future.

    But confidency isn’t everything.

    Cam models are working professionals and with that comes the requirement to be polite and prompt as well. Act like it’s your job because it is! Whether you’re dealing with a cam site or a customer, you want to leave a positive impression each and every time.

    2. Build Your Cam Persona
    There are thousands of cam models out there, what will make your cam profile stand out?

    Whether it’s your sense of humor or your fantastic singing voice, focus on what makes you unique. The more specific you are, the easier it will be to find your audience and build a following.

    This includes finding out what makes your customers tick and choosing cam niches that viewers just can’t deny. It could be cosplay or the mommy angle, explore the endless choices and land on something that fits you.

    3. Stick to a Schedule
    This is a business, and like any business, it requires planning and organization.

    Creating your own schedule will help you stay on track and ensure that you’re making the most of your time. Your viewers will respond to consistency and will be more likely to become regulars if they know when you’re online.

    Don’t be late.

    It might sound obvious but unreliability and cancelled shows are a surefire way to lose customers.

    4. Invest in Yourself
    This business is all about you, so invest in yourself.

    Take time to learn about the industry and find out what other models are doing. Join forums and read blogs. The more you know, the better equipped you will be to succeed. Don’t be afraid to spend some cash on marketing and promotion too.

    It’ll be worth it in the long run.

    5. Be Patient
    Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither is a successful webcam model career.

    It takes time to build a following and start making serious money. Be patient and focus on putting out quality content. The rest will come in time.

    How To Get The Most Out of Every Cam Show
    The key to being a successful cam girl is to make the most of every show. Tips and tokens make the world go ’round. There are plenty of things you can do to reach your goals, but you’ll need to be creative and work hard.

    Here are a few ideas to get you started:

    1. Be Interactive and Get Personal
    Your viewers want to feel like they’re a part of the show, so make that happen and interact with them. The better the conversation, the hotter your chances of keeping them around. Don’t hold back from sharing about your day and asking about theirs.

    The more you engage enthusiastically, the more they’ll enjoy it and be willing to spend.

    Are you mainly performing in public shows? Set generous tip goals for enticing acts that’ll make your viewers want to score hard.

    If you’re more of a private performer, allure customers with the idea of personalized porn that could fulfill their fantasies.

    2. Dress To Impress
    Your appearance is essential as a webcam model. Another obvious one, we know, but being an attractive individual doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll win over clients, given the millions of other cam girls out there.

    What will win over clients is you putting effort into your looks in a way that boosts your confidence and sexuality. Wear what feels good and suits your style, even if you’ll be taking it off later, whether that’s some sexy lingerie or a more sporty getup.

    3. Think Outside the Box
    I mean this in every sense of the word. Think outside the box when it comes to your shows, your outfit, your everything. Online camming is virtually endless in category and what better way to stand out than by using a bit of creativity and courage to take the path less traveled?

    Be bold and don’t be afraid to take risks.

    At the end of the day, it’s your gig so if you try something out and it’s not your thing, no harm done and you can start fresh tomorrow.

    https://chyoa.com/user/profusser1986

  125. Getting Started as a Cam Model
    It takes a special kind of person to be successful in the camming industry. Here are a few tips that’ll help get you started in making a name for yourself:

    1. Be Professional
    If you’re not confident, you won’t succeed as a cam girl! Full-stop. Confidence in your body and your talents makes for a more dynamic show that your fans will most certainly remember. Memorable shows means more potential earnings in the future.

    But confidency isn’t everything.

    Cam models are working professionals and with that comes the requirement to be polite and prompt as well. Act like it’s your job because it is! Whether you’re dealing with a cam site or a customer, you want to leave a positive impression each and every time.

    2. Build Your Cam Persona
    There are thousands of cam models out there, what will make your cam profile stand out?

    Whether it’s your sense of humor or your fantastic singing voice, focus on what makes you unique. The more specific you are, the easier it will be to find your audience and build a following.

    This includes finding out what makes your customers tick and choosing cam niches that viewers just can’t deny. It could be cosplay or the mommy angle, explore the endless choices and land on something that fits you.

    3. Stick to a Schedule
    This is a business, and like any business, it requires planning and organization.

    Creating your own schedule will help you stay on track and ensure that you’re making the most of your time. Your viewers will respond to consistency and will be more likely to become regulars if they know when you’re online.

    Don’t be late.

    It might sound obvious but unreliability and cancelled shows are a surefire way to lose customers.

    4. Invest in Yourself
    This business is all about you, so invest in yourself.

    Take time to learn about the industry and find out what other models are doing. Join forums and read blogs. The more you know, the better equipped you will be to succeed. Don’t be afraid to spend some cash on marketing and promotion too.

    It’ll be worth it in the long run.

    5. Be Patient
    Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither is a successful webcam model career.

    It takes time to build a following and start making serious money. Be patient and focus on putting out quality content. The rest will come in time.

    How To Get The Most Out of Every Cam Show
    The key to being a successful cam girl is to make the most of every show. Tips and tokens make the world go ’round. There are plenty of things you can do to reach your goals, but you’ll need to be creative and work hard.

    Here are a few ideas to get you started:

    1. Be Interactive and Get Personal
    Your viewers want to feel like they’re a part of the show, so make that happen and interact with them. The better the conversation, the hotter your chances of keeping them around. Don’t hold back from sharing about your day and asking about theirs.

    The more you engage enthusiastically, the more they’ll enjoy it and be willing to spend.

    Are you mainly performing in public shows? Set generous tip goals for enticing acts that’ll make your viewers want to score hard.

    If you’re more of a private performer, allure customers with the idea of personalized porn that could fulfill their fantasies.

    2. Dress To Impress
    Your appearance is essential as a webcam model. Another obvious one, we know, but being an attractive individual doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll win over clients, given the millions of other cam girls out there.

    What will win over clients is you putting effort into your looks in a way that boosts your confidence and sexuality. Wear what feels good and suits your style, even if you’ll be taking it off later, whether that’s some sexy lingerie or a more sporty getup.

    3. Think Outside the Box
    I mean this in every sense of the word. Think outside the box when it comes to your shows, your outfit, your everything. Online camming is virtually endless in category and what better way to stand out than by using a bit of creativity and courage to take the path less traveled?

    Be bold and don’t be afraid to take risks.

    At the end of the day, it’s your gig so if you try something out and it’s not your thing, no harm done and you can start fresh tomorrow.

    https://www.metal-archives.com/users/element71998

  126. Getting Started as a Cam Model
    It takes a special kind of person to be successful in the camming industry. Here are a few tips that’ll help get you started in making a name for yourself:

    1. Be Professional
    If you’re not confident, you won’t succeed as a cam girl! Full-stop. Confidence in your body and your talents makes for a more dynamic show that your fans will most certainly remember. Memorable shows means more potential earnings in the future.

    But confidency isn’t everything.

    Cam models are working professionals and with that comes the requirement to be polite and prompt as well. Act like it’s your job because it is! Whether you’re dealing with a cam site or a customer, you want to leave a positive impression each and every time.

    2. Build Your Cam Persona
    There are thousands of cam models out there, what will make your cam profile stand out?

    Whether it’s your sense of humor or your fantastic singing voice, focus on what makes you unique. The more specific you are, the easier it will be to find your audience and build a following.

    This includes finding out what makes your customers tick and choosing cam niches that viewers just can’t deny. It could be cosplay or the mommy angle, explore the endless choices and land on something that fits you.

    3. Stick to a Schedule
    This is a business, and like any business, it requires planning and organization.

    Creating your own schedule will help you stay on track and ensure that you’re making the most of your time. Your viewers will respond to consistency and will be more likely to become regulars if they know when you’re online.

    Don’t be late.

    It might sound obvious but unreliability and cancelled shows are a surefire way to lose customers.

    4. Invest in Yourself
    This business is all about you, so invest in yourself.

    Take time to learn about the industry and find out what other models are doing. Join forums and read blogs. The more you know, the better equipped you will be to succeed. Don’t be afraid to spend some cash on marketing and promotion too.

    It’ll be worth it in the long run.

    5. Be Patient
    Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither is a successful webcam model career.

    It takes time to build a following and start making serious money. Be patient and focus on putting out quality content. The rest will come in time.

    How To Get The Most Out of Every Cam Show
    The key to being a successful cam girl is to make the most of every show. Tips and tokens make the world go ’round. There are plenty of things you can do to reach your goals, but you’ll need to be creative and work hard.

    Here are a few ideas to get you started:

    1. Be Interactive and Get Personal
    Your viewers want to feel like they’re a part of the show, so make that happen and interact with them. The better the conversation, the hotter your chances of keeping them around. Don’t hold back from sharing about your day and asking about theirs.

    The more you engage enthusiastically, the more they’ll enjoy it and be willing to spend.

    Are you mainly performing in public shows? Set generous tip goals for enticing acts that’ll make your viewers want to score hard.

    If you’re more of a private performer, allure customers with the idea of personalized porn that could fulfill their fantasies.

    2. Dress To Impress
    Your appearance is essential as a webcam model. Another obvious one, we know, but being an attractive individual doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll win over clients, given the millions of other cam girls out there.

    What will win over clients is you putting effort into your looks in a way that boosts your confidence and sexuality. Wear what feels good and suits your style, even if you’ll be taking it off later, whether that’s some sexy lingerie or a more sporty getup.

    3. Think Outside the Box
    I mean this in every sense of the word. Think outside the box when it comes to your shows, your outfit, your everything. Online camming is virtually endless in category and what better way to stand out than by using a bit of creativity and courage to take the path less traveled?

    Be bold and don’t be afraid to take risks.

    At the end of the day, it’s your gig so if you try something out and it’s not your thing, no harm done and you can start fresh tomorrow.

    https://atral1952.bandcamp.com/album/blood-lust

  127. Getting Started as a Cam Model
    It takes a special kind of person to be successful in the camming industry. Here are a few tips that’ll help get you started in making a name for yourself:

    1. Be Professional
    If you’re not confident, you won’t succeed as a cam girl! Full-stop. Confidence in your body and your talents makes for a more dynamic show that your fans will most certainly remember. Memorable shows means more potential earnings in the future.

    But confidency isn’t everything.

    Cam models are working professionals and with that comes the requirement to be polite and prompt as well. Act like it’s your job because it is! Whether you’re dealing with a cam site or a customer, you want to leave a positive impression each and every time.

    2. Build Your Cam Persona
    There are thousands of cam models out there, what will make your cam profile stand out?

    Whether it’s your sense of humor or your fantastic singing voice, focus on what makes you unique. The more specific you are, the easier it will be to find your audience and build a following.

    This includes finding out what makes your customers tick and choosing cam niches that viewers just can’t deny. It could be cosplay or the mommy angle, explore the endless choices and land on something that fits you.

    3. Stick to a Schedule
    This is a business, and like any business, it requires planning and organization.

    Creating your own schedule will help you stay on track and ensure that you’re making the most of your time. Your viewers will respond to consistency and will be more likely to become regulars if they know when you’re online.

    Don’t be late.

    It might sound obvious but unreliability and cancelled shows are a surefire way to lose customers.

    4. Invest in Yourself
    This business is all about you, so invest in yourself.

    Take time to learn about the industry and find out what other models are doing. Join forums and read blogs. The more you know, the better equipped you will be to succeed. Don’t be afraid to spend some cash on marketing and promotion too.

    It’ll be worth it in the long run.

    5. Be Patient
    Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither is a successful webcam model career.

    It takes time to build a following and start making serious money. Be patient and focus on putting out quality content. The rest will come in time.

    How To Get The Most Out of Every Cam Show
    The key to being a successful cam girl is to make the most of every show. Tips and tokens make the world go ’round. There are plenty of things you can do to reach your goals, but you’ll need to be creative and work hard.

    Here are a few ideas to get you started:

    1. Be Interactive and Get Personal
    Your viewers want to feel like they’re a part of the show, so make that happen and interact with them. The better the conversation, the hotter your chances of keeping them around. Don’t hold back from sharing about your day and asking about theirs.

    The more you engage enthusiastically, the more they’ll enjoy it and be willing to spend.

    Are you mainly performing in public shows? Set generous tip goals for enticing acts that’ll make your viewers want to score hard.

    If you’re more of a private performer, allure customers with the idea of personalized porn that could fulfill their fantasies.

    2. Dress To Impress
    Your appearance is essential as a webcam model. Another obvious one, we know, but being an attractive individual doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll win over clients, given the millions of other cam girls out there.

    What will win over clients is you putting effort into your looks in a way that boosts your confidence and sexuality. Wear what feels good and suits your style, even if you’ll be taking it off later, whether that’s some sexy lingerie or a more sporty getup.

    3. Think Outside the Box
    I mean this in every sense of the word. Think outside the box when it comes to your shows, your outfit, your everything. Online camming is virtually endless in category and what better way to stand out than by using a bit of creativity and courage to take the path less traveled?

    Be bold and don’t be afraid to take risks.

    At the end of the day, it’s your gig so if you try something out and it’s not your thing, no harm done and you can start fresh tomorrow.

    https://haveagood.holiday/users/337079

  128. Getting Started as a Cam Model
    It takes a special kind of person to be successful in the camming industry. Here are a few tips that’ll help get you started in making a name for yourself:

    1. Be Professional
    If you’re not confident, you won’t succeed as a cam girl! Full-stop. Confidence in your body and your talents makes for a more dynamic show that your fans will most certainly remember. Memorable shows means more potential earnings in the future.

    But confidency isn’t everything.

    Cam models are working professionals and with that comes the requirement to be polite and prompt as well. Act like it’s your job because it is! Whether you’re dealing with a cam site or a customer, you want to leave a positive impression each and every time.

    2. Build Your Cam Persona
    There are thousands of cam models out there, what will make your cam profile stand out?

    Whether it’s your sense of humor or your fantastic singing voice, focus on what makes you unique. The more specific you are, the easier it will be to find your audience and build a following.

    This includes finding out what makes your customers tick and choosing cam niches that viewers just can’t deny. It could be cosplay or the mommy angle, explore the endless choices and land on something that fits you.

    3. Stick to a Schedule
    This is a business, and like any business, it requires planning and organization.

    Creating your own schedule will help you stay on track and ensure that you’re making the most of your time. Your viewers will respond to consistency and will be more likely to become regulars if they know when you’re online.

    Don’t be late.

    It might sound obvious but unreliability and cancelled shows are a surefire way to lose customers.

    4. Invest in Yourself
    This business is all about you, so invest in yourself.

    Take time to learn about the industry and find out what other models are doing. Join forums and read blogs. The more you know, the better equipped you will be to succeed. Don’t be afraid to spend some cash on marketing and promotion too.

    It’ll be worth it in the long run.

    5. Be Patient
    Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither is a successful webcam model career.

    It takes time to build a following and start making serious money. Be patient and focus on putting out quality content. The rest will come in time.

    How To Get The Most Out of Every Cam Show
    The key to being a successful cam girl is to make the most of every show. Tips and tokens make the world go ’round. There are plenty of things you can do to reach your goals, but you’ll need to be creative and work hard.

    Here are a few ideas to get you started:

    1. Be Interactive and Get Personal
    Your viewers want to feel like they’re a part of the show, so make that happen and interact with them. The better the conversation, the hotter your chances of keeping them around. Don’t hold back from sharing about your day and asking about theirs.

    The more you engage enthusiastically, the more they’ll enjoy it and be willing to spend.

    Are you mainly performing in public shows? Set generous tip goals for enticing acts that’ll make your viewers want to score hard.

    If you’re more of a private performer, allure customers with the idea of personalized porn that could fulfill their fantasies.

    2. Dress To Impress
    Your appearance is essential as a webcam model. Another obvious one, we know, but being an attractive individual doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll win over clients, given the millions of other cam girls out there.

    What will win over clients is you putting effort into your looks in a way that boosts your confidence and sexuality. Wear what feels good and suits your style, even if you’ll be taking it off later, whether that’s some sexy lingerie or a more sporty getup.

    3. Think Outside the Box
    I mean this in every sense of the word. Think outside the box when it comes to your shows, your outfit, your everything. Online camming is virtually endless in category and what better way to stand out than by using a bit of creativity and courage to take the path less traveled?

    Be bold and don’t be afraid to take risks.

    At the end of the day, it’s your gig so if you try something out and it’s not your thing, no harm done and you can start fresh tomorrow.

    https://tubeteencam.com/user/nightlady1958/profile

  129. Getting Started as a Cam Model
    It takes a special kind of person to be successful in the camming industry. Here are a few tips that’ll help get you started in making a name for yourself:

    1. Be Professional
    If you’re not confident, you won’t succeed as a cam girl! Full-stop. Confidence in your body and your talents makes for a more dynamic show that your fans will most certainly remember. Memorable shows means more potential earnings in the future.

    But confidency isn’t everything.

    Cam models are working professionals and with that comes the requirement to be polite and prompt as well. Act like it’s your job because it is! Whether you’re dealing with a cam site or a customer, you want to leave a positive impression each and every time.

    2. Build Your Cam Persona
    There are thousands of cam models out there, what will make your cam profile stand out?

    Whether it’s your sense of humor or your fantastic singing voice, focus on what makes you unique. The more specific you are, the easier it will be to find your audience and build a following.

    This includes finding out what makes your customers tick and choosing cam niches that viewers just can’t deny. It could be cosplay or the mommy angle, explore the endless choices and land on something that fits you.

    3. Stick to a Schedule
    This is a business, and like any business, it requires planning and organization.

    Creating your own schedule will help you stay on track and ensure that you’re making the most of your time. Your viewers will respond to consistency and will be more likely to become regulars if they know when you’re online.

    Don’t be late.

    It might sound obvious but unreliability and cancelled shows are a surefire way to lose customers.

    4. Invest in Yourself
    This business is all about you, so invest in yourself.

    Take time to learn about the industry and find out what other models are doing. Join forums and read blogs. The more you know, the better equipped you will be to succeed. Don’t be afraid to spend some cash on marketing and promotion too.

    It’ll be worth it in the long run.

    5. Be Patient
    Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither is a successful webcam model career.

    It takes time to build a following and start making serious money. Be patient and focus on putting out quality content. The rest will come in time.

    How To Get The Most Out of Every Cam Show
    The key to being a successful cam girl is to make the most of every show. Tips and tokens make the world go ’round. There are plenty of things you can do to reach your goals, but you’ll need to be creative and work hard.

    Here are a few ideas to get you started:

    1. Be Interactive and Get Personal
    Your viewers want to feel like they’re a part of the show, so make that happen and interact with them. The better the conversation, the hotter your chances of keeping them around. Don’t hold back from sharing about your day and asking about theirs.

    The more you engage enthusiastically, the more they’ll enjoy it and be willing to spend.

    Are you mainly performing in public shows? Set generous tip goals for enticing acts that’ll make your viewers want to score hard.

    If you’re more of a private performer, allure customers with the idea of personalized porn that could fulfill their fantasies.

    2. Dress To Impress
    Your appearance is essential as a webcam model. Another obvious one, we know, but being an attractive individual doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll win over clients, given the millions of other cam girls out there.

    What will win over clients is you putting effort into your looks in a way that boosts your confidence and sexuality. Wear what feels good and suits your style, even if you’ll be taking it off later, whether that’s some sexy lingerie or a more sporty getup.

    3. Think Outside the Box
    I mean this in every sense of the word. Think outside the box when it comes to your shows, your outfit, your everything. Online camming is virtually endless in category and what better way to stand out than by using a bit of creativity and courage to take the path less traveled?

    Be bold and don’t be afraid to take risks.

    At the end of the day, it’s your gig so if you try something out and it’s not your thing, no harm done and you can start fresh tomorrow.

    https://pastelink.net/4mwirn3k

  130. Getting Started as a Cam Model
    It takes a special kind of person to be successful in the camming industry. Here are a few tips that’ll help get you started in making a name for yourself:

    1. Be Professional
    If you’re not confident, you won’t succeed as a cam girl! Full-stop. Confidence in your body and your talents makes for a more dynamic show that your fans will most certainly remember. Memorable shows means more potential earnings in the future.

    But confidency isn’t everything.

    Cam models are working professionals and with that comes the requirement to be polite and prompt as well. Act like it’s your job because it is! Whether you’re dealing with a cam site or a customer, you want to leave a positive impression each and every time.

    2. Build Your Cam Persona
    There are thousands of cam models out there, what will make your cam profile stand out?

    Whether it’s your sense of humor or your fantastic singing voice, focus on what makes you unique. The more specific you are, the easier it will be to find your audience and build a following.

    This includes finding out what makes your customers tick and choosing cam niches that viewers just can’t deny. It could be cosplay or the mommy angle, explore the endless choices and land on something that fits you.

    3. Stick to a Schedule
    This is a business, and like any business, it requires planning and organization.

    Creating your own schedule will help you stay on track and ensure that you’re making the most of your time. Your viewers will respond to consistency and will be more likely to become regulars if they know when you’re online.

    Don’t be late.

    It might sound obvious but unreliability and cancelled shows are a surefire way to lose customers.

    4. Invest in Yourself
    This business is all about you, so invest in yourself.

    Take time to learn about the industry and find out what other models are doing. Join forums and read blogs. The more you know, the better equipped you will be to succeed. Don’t be afraid to spend some cash on marketing and promotion too.

    It’ll be worth it in the long run.

    5. Be Patient
    Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither is a successful webcam model career.

    It takes time to build a following and start making serious money. Be patient and focus on putting out quality content. The rest will come in time.

    How To Get The Most Out of Every Cam Show
    The key to being a successful cam girl is to make the most of every show. Tips and tokens make the world go ’round. There are plenty of things you can do to reach your goals, but you’ll need to be creative and work hard.

    Here are a few ideas to get you started:

    1. Be Interactive and Get Personal
    Your viewers want to feel like they’re a part of the show, so make that happen and interact with them. The better the conversation, the hotter your chances of keeping them around. Don’t hold back from sharing about your day and asking about theirs.

    The more you engage enthusiastically, the more they’ll enjoy it and be willing to spend.

    Are you mainly performing in public shows? Set generous tip goals for enticing acts that’ll make your viewers want to score hard.

    If you’re more of a private performer, allure customers with the idea of personalized porn that could fulfill their fantasies.

    2. Dress To Impress
    Your appearance is essential as a webcam model. Another obvious one, we know, but being an attractive individual doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll win over clients, given the millions of other cam girls out there.

    What will win over clients is you putting effort into your looks in a way that boosts your confidence and sexuality. Wear what feels good and suits your style, even if you’ll be taking it off later, whether that’s some sexy lingerie or a more sporty getup.

    3. Think Outside the Box
    I mean this in every sense of the word. Think outside the box when it comes to your shows, your outfit, your everything. Online camming is virtually endless in category and what better way to stand out than by using a bit of creativity and courage to take the path less traveled?

    Be bold and don’t be afraid to take risks.

    At the end of the day, it’s your gig so if you try something out and it’s not your thing, no harm done and you can start fresh tomorrow.

    https://www.cossa.ru/profile/?ID=237825

  131. Getting Started as a Cam Model
    It takes a special kind of person to be successful in the camming industry. Here are a few tips that’ll help get you started in making a name for yourself:

    1. Be Professional
    If you’re not confident, you won’t succeed as a cam girl! Full-stop. Confidence in your body and your talents makes for a more dynamic show that your fans will most certainly remember. Memorable shows means more potential earnings in the future.

    But confidency isn’t everything.

    Cam models are working professionals and with that comes the requirement to be polite and prompt as well. Act like it’s your job because it is! Whether you’re dealing with a cam site or a customer, you want to leave a positive impression each and every time.

    2. Build Your Cam Persona
    There are thousands of cam models out there, what will make your cam profile stand out?

    Whether it’s your sense of humor or your fantastic singing voice, focus on what makes you unique. The more specific you are, the easier it will be to find your audience and build a following.

    This includes finding out what makes your customers tick and choosing cam niches that viewers just can’t deny. It could be cosplay or the mommy angle, explore the endless choices and land on something that fits you.

    3. Stick to a Schedule
    This is a business, and like any business, it requires planning and organization.

    Creating your own schedule will help you stay on track and ensure that you’re making the most of your time. Your viewers will respond to consistency and will be more likely to become regulars if they know when you’re online.

    Don’t be late.

    It might sound obvious but unreliability and cancelled shows are a surefire way to lose customers.

    4. Invest in Yourself
    This business is all about you, so invest in yourself.

    Take time to learn about the industry and find out what other models are doing. Join forums and read blogs. The more you know, the better equipped you will be to succeed. Don’t be afraid to spend some cash on marketing and promotion too.

    It’ll be worth it in the long run.

    5. Be Patient
    Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither is a successful webcam model career.

    It takes time to build a following and start making serious money. Be patient and focus on putting out quality content. The rest will come in time.

    How To Get The Most Out of Every Cam Show
    The key to being a successful cam girl is to make the most of every show. Tips and tokens make the world go ’round. There are plenty of things you can do to reach your goals, but you’ll need to be creative and work hard.

    Here are a few ideas to get you started:

    1. Be Interactive and Get Personal
    Your viewers want to feel like they’re a part of the show, so make that happen and interact with them. The better the conversation, the hotter your chances of keeping them around. Don’t hold back from sharing about your day and asking about theirs.

    The more you engage enthusiastically, the more they’ll enjoy it and be willing to spend.

    Are you mainly performing in public shows? Set generous tip goals for enticing acts that’ll make your viewers want to score hard.

    If you’re more of a private performer, allure customers with the idea of personalized porn that could fulfill their fantasies.

    2. Dress To Impress
    Your appearance is essential as a webcam model. Another obvious one, we know, but being an attractive individual doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll win over clients, given the millions of other cam girls out there.

    What will win over clients is you putting effort into your looks in a way that boosts your confidence and sexuality. Wear what feels good and suits your style, even if you’ll be taking it off later, whether that’s some sexy lingerie or a more sporty getup.

    3. Think Outside the Box
    I mean this in every sense of the word. Think outside the box when it comes to your shows, your outfit, your everything. Online camming is virtually endless in category and what better way to stand out than by using a bit of creativity and courage to take the path less traveled?

    Be bold and don’t be afraid to take risks.

    At the end of the day, it’s your gig so if you try something out and it’s not your thing, no harm done and you can start fresh tomorrow.

    https://www.quia.com/profiles/dacarver

  132. Getting Started as a Cam Model
    It takes a special kind of person to be successful in the camming industry. Here are a few tips that’ll help get you started in making a name for yourself:

    1. Be Professional
    If you’re not confident, you won’t succeed as a cam girl! Full-stop. Confidence in your body and your talents makes for a more dynamic show that your fans will most certainly remember. Memorable shows means more potential earnings in the future.

    But confidency isn’t everything.

    Cam models are working professionals and with that comes the requirement to be polite and prompt as well. Act like it’s your job because it is! Whether you’re dealing with a cam site or a customer, you want to leave a positive impression each and every time.

    2. Build Your Cam Persona
    There are thousands of cam models out there, what will make your cam profile stand out?

    Whether it’s your sense of humor or your fantastic singing voice, focus on what makes you unique. The more specific you are, the easier it will be to find your audience and build a following.

    This includes finding out what makes your customers tick and choosing cam niches that viewers just can’t deny. It could be cosplay or the mommy angle, explore the endless choices and land on something that fits you.

    3. Stick to a Schedule
    This is a business, and like any business, it requires planning and organization.

    Creating your own schedule will help you stay on track and ensure that you’re making the most of your time. Your viewers will respond to consistency and will be more likely to become regulars if they know when you’re online.

    Don’t be late.

    It might sound obvious but unreliability and cancelled shows are a surefire way to lose customers.

    4. Invest in Yourself
    This business is all about you, so invest in yourself.

    Take time to learn about the industry and find out what other models are doing. Join forums and read blogs. The more you know, the better equipped you will be to succeed. Don’t be afraid to spend some cash on marketing and promotion too.

    It’ll be worth it in the long run.

    5. Be Patient
    Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither is a successful webcam model career.

    It takes time to build a following and start making serious money. Be patient and focus on putting out quality content. The rest will come in time.

    How To Get The Most Out of Every Cam Show
    The key to being a successful cam girl is to make the most of every show. Tips and tokens make the world go ’round. There are plenty of things you can do to reach your goals, but you’ll need to be creative and work hard.

    Here are a few ideas to get you started:

    1. Be Interactive and Get Personal
    Your viewers want to feel like they’re a part of the show, so make that happen and interact with them. The better the conversation, the hotter your chances of keeping them around. Don’t hold back from sharing about your day and asking about theirs.

    The more you engage enthusiastically, the more they’ll enjoy it and be willing to spend.

    Are you mainly performing in public shows? Set generous tip goals for enticing acts that’ll make your viewers want to score hard.

    If you’re more of a private performer, allure customers with the idea of personalized porn that could fulfill their fantasies.

    2. Dress To Impress
    Your appearance is essential as a webcam model. Another obvious one, we know, but being an attractive individual doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll win over clients, given the millions of other cam girls out there.

    What will win over clients is you putting effort into your looks in a way that boosts your confidence and sexuality. Wear what feels good and suits your style, even if you’ll be taking it off later, whether that’s some sexy lingerie or a more sporty getup.

    3. Think Outside the Box
    I mean this in every sense of the word. Think outside the box when it comes to your shows, your outfit, your everything. Online camming is virtually endless in category and what better way to stand out than by using a bit of creativity and courage to take the path less traveled?

    Be bold and don’t be afraid to take risks.

    At the end of the day, it’s your gig so if you try something out and it’s not your thing, no harm done and you can start fresh tomorrow.

    https://okwave.jp/profile/u3103883.html

  133. Getting Started as a Cam Model
    It takes a special kind of person to be successful in the camming industry. Here are a few tips that’ll help get you started in making a name for yourself:

    1. Be Professional
    If you’re not confident, you won’t succeed as a cam girl! Full-stop. Confidence in your body and your talents makes for a more dynamic show that your fans will most certainly remember. Memorable shows means more potential earnings in the future.

    But confidency isn’t everything.

    Cam models are working professionals and with that comes the requirement to be polite and prompt as well. Act like it’s your job because it is! Whether you’re dealing with a cam site or a customer, you want to leave a positive impression each and every time.

    2. Build Your Cam Persona
    There are thousands of cam models out there, what will make your cam profile stand out?

    Whether it’s your sense of humor or your fantastic singing voice, focus on what makes you unique. The more specific you are, the easier it will be to find your audience and build a following.

    This includes finding out what makes your customers tick and choosing cam niches that viewers just can’t deny. It could be cosplay or the mommy angle, explore the endless choices and land on something that fits you.

    3. Stick to a Schedule
    This is a business, and like any business, it requires planning and organization.

    Creating your own schedule will help you stay on track and ensure that you’re making the most of your time. Your viewers will respond to consistency and will be more likely to become regulars if they know when you’re online.

    Don’t be late.

    It might sound obvious but unreliability and cancelled shows are a surefire way to lose customers.

    4. Invest in Yourself
    This business is all about you, so invest in yourself.

    Take time to learn about the industry and find out what other models are doing. Join forums and read blogs. The more you know, the better equipped you will be to succeed. Don’t be afraid to spend some cash on marketing and promotion too.

    It’ll be worth it in the long run.

    5. Be Patient
    Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither is a successful webcam model career.

    It takes time to build a following and start making serious money. Be patient and focus on putting out quality content. The rest will come in time.

    How To Get The Most Out of Every Cam Show
    The key to being a successful cam girl is to make the most of every show. Tips and tokens make the world go ’round. There are plenty of things you can do to reach your goals, but you’ll need to be creative and work hard.

    Here are a few ideas to get you started:

    1. Be Interactive and Get Personal
    Your viewers want to feel like they’re a part of the show, so make that happen and interact with them. The better the conversation, the hotter your chances of keeping them around. Don’t hold back from sharing about your day and asking about theirs.

    The more you engage enthusiastically, the more they’ll enjoy it and be willing to spend.

    Are you mainly performing in public shows? Set generous tip goals for enticing acts that’ll make your viewers want to score hard.

    If you’re more of a private performer, allure customers with the idea of personalized porn that could fulfill their fantasies.

    2. Dress To Impress
    Your appearance is essential as a webcam model. Another obvious one, we know, but being an attractive individual doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll win over clients, given the millions of other cam girls out there.

    What will win over clients is you putting effort into your looks in a way that boosts your confidence and sexuality. Wear what feels good and suits your style, even if you’ll be taking it off later, whether that’s some sexy lingerie or a more sporty getup.

    3. Think Outside the Box
    I mean this in every sense of the word. Think outside the box when it comes to your shows, your outfit, your everything. Online camming is virtually endless in category and what better way to stand out than by using a bit of creativity and courage to take the path less traveled?

    Be bold and don’t be afraid to take risks.

    At the end of the day, it’s your gig so if you try something out and it’s not your thing, no harm done and you can start fresh tomorrow.

    https://narutoman1998.micro.blog/about/

  134. Getting Started as a Cam Model
    It takes a special kind of person to be successful in the camming industry. Here are a few tips that’ll help get you started in making a name for yourself:

    1. Be Professional
    If you’re not confident, you won’t succeed as a cam girl! Full-stop. Confidence in your body and your talents makes for a more dynamic show that your fans will most certainly remember. Memorable shows means more potential earnings in the future.

    But confidency isn’t everything.

    Cam models are working professionals and with that comes the requirement to be polite and prompt as well. Act like it’s your job because it is! Whether you’re dealing with a cam site or a customer, you want to leave a positive impression each and every time.

    2. Build Your Cam Persona
    There are thousands of cam models out there, what will make your cam profile stand out?

    Whether it’s your sense of humor or your fantastic singing voice, focus on what makes you unique. The more specific you are, the easier it will be to find your audience and build a following.

    This includes finding out what makes your customers tick and choosing cam niches that viewers just can’t deny. It could be cosplay or the mommy angle, explore the endless choices and land on something that fits you.

    3. Stick to a Schedule
    This is a business, and like any business, it requires planning and organization.

    Creating your own schedule will help you stay on track and ensure that you’re making the most of your time. Your viewers will respond to consistency and will be more likely to become regulars if they know when you’re online.

    Don’t be late.

    It might sound obvious but unreliability and cancelled shows are a surefire way to lose customers.

    4. Invest in Yourself
    This business is all about you, so invest in yourself.

    Take time to learn about the industry and find out what other models are doing. Join forums and read blogs. The more you know, the better equipped you will be to succeed. Don’t be afraid to spend some cash on marketing and promotion too.

    It’ll be worth it in the long run.

    5. Be Patient
    Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither is a successful webcam model career.

    It takes time to build a following and start making serious money. Be patient and focus on putting out quality content. The rest will come in time.

    How To Get The Most Out of Every Cam Show
    The key to being a successful cam girl is to make the most of every show. Tips and tokens make the world go ’round. There are plenty of things you can do to reach your goals, but you’ll need to be creative and work hard.

    Here are a few ideas to get you started:

    1. Be Interactive and Get Personal
    Your viewers want to feel like they’re a part of the show, so make that happen and interact with them. The better the conversation, the hotter your chances of keeping them around. Don’t hold back from sharing about your day and asking about theirs.

    The more you engage enthusiastically, the more they’ll enjoy it and be willing to spend.

    Are you mainly performing in public shows? Set generous tip goals for enticing acts that’ll make your viewers want to score hard.

    If you’re more of a private performer, allure customers with the idea of personalized porn that could fulfill their fantasies.

    2. Dress To Impress
    Your appearance is essential as a webcam model. Another obvious one, we know, but being an attractive individual doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll win over clients, given the millions of other cam girls out there.

    What will win over clients is you putting effort into your looks in a way that boosts your confidence and sexuality. Wear what feels good and suits your style, even if you’ll be taking it off later, whether that’s some sexy lingerie or a more sporty getup.

    3. Think Outside the Box
    I mean this in every sense of the word. Think outside the box when it comes to your shows, your outfit, your everything. Online camming is virtually endless in category and what better way to stand out than by using a bit of creativity and courage to take the path less traveled?

    Be bold and don’t be afraid to take risks.

    At the end of the day, it’s your gig so if you try something out and it’s not your thing, no harm done and you can start fresh tomorrow.

    https://tubeteencam.com/user/qwik1999/profile

  135. Getting Started as a Cam Model
    It takes a special kind of person to be successful in the camming industry. Here are a few tips that’ll help get you started in making a name for yourself:

    1. Be Professional
    If you’re not confident, you won’t succeed as a cam girl! Full-stop. Confidence in your body and your talents makes for a more dynamic show that your fans will most certainly remember. Memorable shows means more potential earnings in the future.

    But confidency isn’t everything.

    Cam models are working professionals and with that comes the requirement to be polite and prompt as well. Act like it’s your job because it is! Whether you’re dealing with a cam site or a customer, you want to leave a positive impression each and every time.

    2. Build Your Cam Persona
    There are thousands of cam models out there, what will make your cam profile stand out?

    Whether it’s your sense of humor or your fantastic singing voice, focus on what makes you unique. The more specific you are, the easier it will be to find your audience and build a following.

    This includes finding out what makes your customers tick and choosing cam niches that viewers just can’t deny. It could be cosplay or the mommy angle, explore the endless choices and land on something that fits you.

    3. Stick to a Schedule
    This is a business, and like any business, it requires planning and organization.

    Creating your own schedule will help you stay on track and ensure that you’re making the most of your time. Your viewers will respond to consistency and will be more likely to become regulars if they know when you’re online.

    Don’t be late.

    It might sound obvious but unreliability and cancelled shows are a surefire way to lose customers.

    4. Invest in Yourself
    This business is all about you, so invest in yourself.

    Take time to learn about the industry and find out what other models are doing. Join forums and read blogs. The more you know, the better equipped you will be to succeed. Don’t be afraid to spend some cash on marketing and promotion too.

    It’ll be worth i