The first time I fell in love with language was when my Mother used to read to me The Tales of Beatrix Potter. Not only were the stories charming and delightful, but they also introduced me to the beauty of words, words I was unfamiliar with and I had to ask my Mother what they meant. Often she would not just answer me but would tell me, “Let’s look tha…
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