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I am walking, trampling the dewy grass in the misty meadow with my rough boots. Mother, do you hear me?
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I am walking, trampling the dewy grass in the misty meadow with my rough boots. Mother, do you hear me?
An alluring smell wafts from the hallway: rice pudding in the oven. My mother’s voice invites me to the kitchen.
It was that day, the day after the day before, when I came back home, not caring about the cartoon show anymore.
Syntactic structures can dramatically alter the meaning of two sentences built from the exact same words — and that has always fascinated me.
Two years ago I embarked on a journey I’ll never forget — 10 months as an exchange student in France taught me so much.
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