The land of nourishing friendships and between the lines nuance will not vanish. It will not fade, it is immortal in reprise. Memories of mom are unaffected by sparrows and raptors of a different legacy. This Oasis of thirst quenching language has seen migrating parrots in August disappear by September. MOM has no originator. It sprang from the egg and chicken simultaneously. Miraculously Rap was hatched in mid air and flies non stop to this day. Oh the scenes he's seen feeding on lyberries, basking in the sun above the clouds and gliding among his feather at night. And shitting with Norden bomb sight accuracy.