Idyllic Landscape (1)
Let’s call him Steve. He was a rock musician with deep blue eyes. He taught me English. Through his music, to be more accurate. Sure, English was a required subject at school, but I learned little from textbooks and worksheets. Steve became my teacher. The past perfect tense. Gerunds. Infinitives. I absorbed them all from him. With my seventh grade passion and zeal, I learned all the lyrics by heart, and crafted letters he’d never read. Years later, when I passed the Bar exam on my first try, I genuinely and sincerely believed I owed it to Steve.Facing the computer screen, I hear the long-forgotten voice. And oh, those blue eyes! The Internet brings back the good times. Suddenl
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