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And the pearls of our eyes are turning black
My poem "Telegony" has been accepted by Cabinet des Fées.
It is strange and sad enough that a language, like a species, can be made extinct in less than two hundred years. (Sometimes a generation is all it takes.) This sentence struck me as strangest and saddest of all: "Though the language has been closely studied by researchers of linguistic history, Boa Sr spent the last few years of her life unable to converse with anyone in her mother tongue."
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ron_drummond, I'm listening to this piece a lot.
It is strange and sad enough that a language, like a species, can be made extinct in less than two hundred years. (Sometimes a generation is all it takes.) This sentence struck me as strangest and saddest of all: "Though the language has been closely studied by researchers of linguistic history, Boa Sr spent the last few years of her life unable to converse with anyone in her mother tongue."
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ron_drummond, I'm listening to this piece a lot.
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And yes, it is very sad.
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Thank you.
And yes, it is very sad.
I can imagine not being able, for one reason or another, to speak my own language to anyone in my daily sphere. I cannot imagine there being no one at all to speak it with.