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Dissecting my linguistic metamorphosis, I realize that I'm trying to get away from something, to free myself. I've been writing in Italian for almost two years, and I feel that I've been transformed, almost reborn.
by Jhumpa Lahiri
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In her reflections on language, the author expresses a desire for liberation through her writing. She has dedicated nearly two years to writing in Italian, which has prompted a significant personal transformation. This period of creative exploration feels like a rebirth, showcasing the profound effects that language can have on one's identity and perspective.

The act of dissecting her linguistic journey reveals a deeper quest for freedom from past constraints. By embracing a new language, she not only expands her creative boundaries but also allows herself to evolve as a person, highlighting the transformative power of language in her life.

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