IN NATIONAL PROVENCE IS FANTASTIC WONDERFUL WRITING The Great People love poetry and celebrate The National Pride. We eat time and steep in soul while body laboriously. All is not effort but many opportunity of growing and encountering rigorous exploits in beauty. Ice cream memories in the park with hands sticky from punctuation. Reminders of points sharp and important. Laments of sorrows not overdone. Choirs of triumphs for winning great defeats. Pure liquid honey drooling from the brandywine of existence. The magistrate of writing is spoken and kindly received like ripples on water magnificent. You realize all when you realize nothing. In the golden economy of our success, we party the country booster which ferments this book. For many moons we linger in the currency of these reflections.