Yellow, Blue, Brown, Red: A Collection of Essays, Poems, and Short Stories |
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Corollary to taking things easy is another exhortation : To stop talking and learn to look and listen ! As the cliche goes , do not talk yourself into a lather . Unless it is necessary to communicate , talking constitutes pollution of ...
Corollary to taking things easy is another exhortation : To stop talking and learn to look and listen ! As the cliche goes , do not talk yourself into a lather . Unless it is necessary to communicate , talking constitutes pollution of ...
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“ You talk to your father , ” Narda cut him short . “ He should be back anytime now . " His mother stomped into the next room , leaving him helpless . His head swirled with the billowing frustration that began to envelop him .
“ You talk to your father , ” Narda cut him short . “ He should be back anytime now . " His mother stomped into the next room , leaving him helpless . His head swirled with the billowing frustration that began to envelop him .
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Talk rippled in frontyards , in the stores , the barberships , over leisurely bouts of native basi . Women at their cooking shot questions through the windows to their neighbors ; pedestrians paused to listen on the narrow , dusty ...
Talk rippled in frontyards , in the stores , the barberships , over leisurely bouts of native basi . Women at their cooking shot questions through the windows to their neighbors ; pedestrians paused to listen on the narrow , dusty ...
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Contents
How to Grow Old Gracefuly | 7 |
Take It Easy Learn to Look and Listen | 12 |
Laughter the Sweetest Music | 15 |
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