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What my father taught me about language

Here — outside with nature — this was where I needed to be. It was raining cats and dogs, unlike the light drizzle earlier in the day. Earlier in the day. Earlier in the day, I could still see the casket go into the ground, adding finality to the affair as if death was not Read more… What my father taught me about language originally appeared in KevinMD.com.

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