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Into the Mystic
I don’t see how we’re making it to dinner,I said to my husband, Taylor,as we picked our way up a craggy hill, our backs to the North Atlantic.We were 13 miles intoa 43-mile, three-day trek across the Dingle Peninsula,Ireland’s westernmost promontory.
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The Hill Country
THE LILTING TRICKLE of a lazy river. The gentle creak of a rope swing hung from a bald cypress branch. A belly full of barbecue and the smell of flowering bluebonnets, musky ashe juniper, and sunscreen in the air. There’s nowhere on Earth quite like
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Lost in Translation
I HAVE ALWAYS LOVED languages. I began learning French and German in middle school, and by the time I graduated from high school, I had two years of upper-level French and Italian, three years of upper-level German, and a foundation in opera, which g

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