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Museum Musings: There isn’t a name for it in English

A middle-aged almost bald man, with the most beautiful light blue eyes I’ve ever seen, bought two children’s books on ancient Greece. I put a free book mark in the bag. “Thank you very much,” said the man, who spoke in … Continue reading

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