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Erosion, Desertification, And Pollution Have Become Our Lot. It Is A Weird Form Of Suicide, For We Are Bleeding Our Planet To Death.

Aspirin Is So Good For Roses, Brandy For Sweet Peas, And A Squeeze Of Lemon-juice For The Fleshy Flowers, Like Begonias.

When Man Continues To Destroy Nature, He Saws The Very Branch On Which He Sits Since The Rational Protection Of Nature Is At The Same Time The Protection Of Mankind

As I Watched The Pulsing Fire Among The Trees And Heard The Beat Of The Drum Merge And Tremble With The Voices, Forming An Intricate Pattern Of Sound, I Knew That Someday I Would Have To Return Or Be Haunted Forever By The Beauty And Mystery That Is Africa.

Tea Would Arrive, The Cakes Squatting On Cushions Of Cream, Toast In A Melting Shawl Of Butter, Cups Agleam And A Faint Wisp Of Steam Rising From The Teapot Shawl.