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i'm thankful that though i don't speak a second language, i can sometimes catch a glimmer of the beauty of what it must feel like to do so, such as when looking at this french protest sign, which is translated as "when everything is privatized we will be deprived of everything" and, while not being able to really read french, seeing, visually, the word "privé" twice, feeling the way that in french the parallel structure is even more essential, two meanings crossing on an empty street.