Funny how divergent events from life come together in memory during travel. In the pre-dawn hour before sunrise, laying in bed in Clermont-Ferrand, France, sleepy and in need of more sleep, my mind drifted to my first French language teacher in 8th grade. In junior high and high school French classes I cringed when teachers…
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