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E-book Blossoms of the Savannah
Taiyo stood in the shadows by the window, herback to the room. From her vantage position on the third floor of the building where their flat was located, she had a bird's eye view of the sprawling town. The rising sunshone on rooftops, giving them a yellowish tinge. Across the roads that criss crossed the town, diminutive figures of men and women hurried briskly to their places of work. Uniformed school children, rucksacks on their backs, jostled boisterously as they alighted from on ematatu and boarded another. Beneath her, downat the courtyard, she could see her father moving and fussing. He was organizing and directing, with obvious shortnessof temper, the loading of two ten-ton lorries. He was gesticulating violently, apparently reprimanding loaders for being slow and inept in carrying out the task before them. Taiyo knew her father well. He was not a man who cared to have his well-laid work-plans delayed or disrupted.
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