THE twilight hours, like birds, flew by
As lightly and as free,
Ten thousand stars were in the sky,
Ten thousand on the sea;
For every wave, with dimpled face,
That leaped upon the air,
Had caught a star in its embrace,
And held it trembling there.
Amelia B. Welby
Writing is a way of talking without being interrupted. ~Jules Renard
South Africa used to have two official languages, now it has eleven.