Freedom of Decision. The intrepid adventurer charged through the jungle, an ancient map clutched in his left hand. His right hand held his trusty machete, which flashed in the late afternoon sun as he hacked kudzu out of his path. He'd already dodged angry tribesmen, an unscrupulous former expedition partner who'd tried to kill him, and snakes. Why did it always have to be snakes? Now, his muscles burned. Sweat cascaded down his face. But he would not be denied. He knew his prize was close. As afternoon faded into dusk, he pushed aside the last clump of leaves to reveal the ancient salt pools of the Lost Tribes. The water glittered and steamed. The salt deposits surrounding each pool shifted slightly in the wind, a prize as precious as diamonds. With all his rivals left behind, he was free to take as much salt as he could carry. But what to choose when all five of them were so delightfully different? The adventurer was a decisive fellow, and it didn't take him long to come to a decision. He'd just take a little bit of everything.
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