There is such non-stop silliness happening in our current society that I wanted to retreat to a simpler time of writing. Back in the days of in-person school when the children first got back from their vacation they had to share—in essay form--with their teacher and classmates what they had experienced (and hopefully learned) during their time off.
Of course, with much of society growling and snapping at each other like the counselors and the waiters from the classic tune “Hello Mudd
“A man’s love goes through his stomach. A woman’s love goes through her purse.”
--South Africa
There seems to have been a welcomed re-surfacing of interest in proverbs from the Motherland of Africa. The electronic frontier has been criss-crossed by a variety of websites, each one worthy in its own right to bring the truth of what our ancestors stated in brevity on the subject of the day from ages past. However, for those who still into reading books and turning pages, such written works seem
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