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African Night

Mother of stars, friend of the moon, it is often quiet but for its own heartbeat? the rhythmic sentence pronounced in one benign-hammering syllable, which pounds away hostile darkness laid bare by the wakeful heavens whose ears listen to tales from old folks passed on to a glowing age, and proverbs that leave one and all in awe.

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