I am reminded how, as a young bride, I lived next door to young French woman. Every afternoon I would hear soft, steady pounding, I suppose as she prepped veal or chicken. Timid and callow, terrified of the language barrier, I never made the effort to know her, to share our backgrounds and to learn so much. A major regret.
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I am reminded how, as a young bride, I lived next door to young French woman. Every afternoon I would hear soft, steady pounding, I suppose as she prepped veal or chicken. Timid and callow, terrified of the language barrier, I made the effort to know her, to share our backgrounds and to learn so much. A major regret.
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