There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
Gods always behave like the people who make them.
I note that the Africa loves to depict the grace of reptiles.
Here was peace. She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net. Pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over her shoulder. So much of life in its meshes! She called in her soul to come and see.
You'se something tuh make uh man forgit to git old and forgit tuh die.
Her old thoughts were going to come in handy now, but new words would have to be made and said to fit them.