A Language of Its Own | Clarissa’s Blog

A Language of Its Own | Clarissa’s Blog: “When I was in Zimbabwe and sleeping in a strange place very far from anywhere, I suddenly heard a dull tone in the middle of a night, like a sad frog, peeping once every so often. I thought it may have been a Zimbabwean frog, but it turned out it was my cell phone asking for a recharge.”

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