There are words I can’t remember, words that are new to me, words, so many words, in Spanish. Some are common— the word for pillow, the word for walk, or avenue, or lose. Then there are the words I’ve struggled to remember but rarely need; chief among them is the word for artichoke.
For weeks this summer I tried to spontaneously remember it. I would tur…
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