The domain name ORIENTALTALES.COM is for sale!

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We are selling this with the old site, all relating to the orient and packed with unique content, articles and images. The site is sold as seen and will work as a standalone web site but its old and we suggest that you take this one and use its data to make your own site. Old Java scripts and ad systems won’t work anymore either. Logos, articles, images are included as well!
The sale here is for the brand and domain and the site, images, logos and content are free addons with no value to the sale.

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Strong performance keyword domain! Easy to improve on an already great keyword selection!

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Quality SEO Rankings

SEO already half way there with a strong Domain! Great for SEO expansion as well.

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Attractive URL

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Included in Domain Sale

Logo

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inlcuded in sale are a few logos

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Index file for website

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The index file that runs as a html object

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Article illustarions for oriental tails

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Illustration individual artist

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The individual illustration for a story or article.

an article

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This is a typical article: Travel Story by Marianne Crone Indonesia Indonesia Java, Indonesia After a few days in Jakarta, I wish to escape the chaos, the pollution and the traffic. I want to stand on the beach, feel the sand swirl between my toes, smell the salty air, taste the spray on my lips, feel the wind blow through my hair. I want to hear the waves break, look at the horizon and know there is nothing between me and the South Pole but this vast expanse of ocean. I once read that the Indian Ocean grabs people and drags them deep to the ocean floor, but I dismiss this as nonsense. Commonsense tells me that these people must have been bad swimmers. So I decide to go by public minibus to Pelabuhanratu, a fishing village in south-west Java. The passengers sit on two facing benches, folded in knee to knee and head to ceiling, the children squashed in the middle. I am wedged in between a prize-fighting cock in a wicker coop that dwarfs its proprietor and a well-proportioned mother with two children, one of them half-sitting on my lap. Bulky carrier bags take up what little floor space there is.

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Her Room - Travel Story by Marianne Crone

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another sample article or stroy included with the sale: The House of Mercy Travel Story by Jennifer Barclay South Korea Archives South Korea South Korea By early evening I was standing under a shop's awning in the town of Toksan in the pouring rain, trying to figure out where to spend the night, and how to avoid being drenched to the skin. I had my tent in my backpack and would prefer to camp to save money, since all I wanted was to sleep, but it really was pouring down. Rainy season had started in earnest, it seemed. It was too late to get to the monastery, but I hoped I'd be able to find a bus there in the morning. Then a car stopped, the window rolled down and a fine-featured man with a smooth head and soft, voluminous, grey monk's robes asked: 'Odi gan?' Where was I going? 'Sudoksa,' I said, wondering if he'd advise me on how to find it or something. But no, it appeared from his gesture that he was offering me a lift. 'Kamsamnida,' I said, thanking him, and got in. I tried to cover my bare legs with my backpack. Of course I had to be wearing my shortest hiking shorts. As we made our way slowly through sheets of rain in the air-conditioned car, he tried to make conversation, but neither of us had enough of the other's language. Eventually, he found some classical music on the digital dial, then put in the earpiece of his mobile phone to check his messages. After driving for ten minutes or so, we passed through a gate, and halfway up a forested mountain arrived at the monastery under darkening skies. Imposing buildings in traditional style rose from the hillside at intervals: long, black-tiled roofs, the eaves painted in delicate pinks and greens, decorated with flower and animal carvings; sturdy red wooden pillars, delicate trellised doors with paper windows. They looked like the palaces in Seoul, except surrounded by woods. Though there is no historical record, historians believe there has been a temple here on the mountain at Toksan since 599, and the worshippers practised Son, or Zen Buddhism. We stopped and the monk disappeared into one of the halls, asking me to wait. South Korea I watched the mist rise from the trees and glanced onto the backseat, spying a football and a brochure for 'Travelling in Malaysia'. I couldn't help thinking the monk was going to emerge embarrassed, having discovered I had no invitation, no right to be here. Instead, he invited me into what turned out to be a canteen, and asked if I wanted to eat. When I said I wasn't hungry, a boy of about twelve gave me an umbrella and two monks led me across the sandy courtyard, skirting puddles, past a stone pagoda and towards the Hall of the White Lotus. Instead of passing by, we walked up steps to a raised walkway kept dry under the long eaves – aha! Now the shape of the roofs made sense. Sliding wooden doors were drawn open on a bright, bare room. I left my shoes outside as was customary and from behind more sliding doors the monks brought out pretty satin cushioned quilts and a pink, seed-filled pillow, and I was left alone with a bow and a smile.

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