April 2010
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Francesca
Here’s the saddest story I know:
I met Francesca in an Italian class. I had just returned from Italy, where I had expected to live the rest of my life as an ex-patriot. Instead, I lasted six months. My inability to speak Italian fluently, or even conversationally, made it difficult and frankly, lonely. Plus, I missed baseball.
So I returned to Washington state and took Italian lessons...
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“OZYMANDIAS
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and...”
– Percy Bysshe Shelley