Sometimes There Are No Exact Words

       Vocabulary is one of the trickiest things about my life just now.
     Words are very culturally rooted, and the same word, when written for a broad audience, can sometimes be interpreted in different and entirely misleading ways.
      When I was a child in 1960s England, I had a distant relative, known to me as “auntie” who had been born in the 1880s and lived her whole life in a small region in England. For her, the word starving described a cold ...

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