A cemetery

English has for the most part been a force to reckon with. As I look back at this site, I realize that this language has been a harbinger and a cleavage that tears apart me. I chose to ignore this site. I chose Spanish as my language where I would deposit my ens, whether it be in Spanish, English or Swedish. I leant latin my soul. Many an unbilingual will not understand this tear, where does one lean on as such? And here I am, a lost son, returning home

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