If you are neither a French major nor a morning person, you are going to have to bear with me. But if you are, then you will love, like I do, the word “crépuscule”. It’s one of my very favorite words, English or French, and it begs to roll off the tongue like musical notes off a composer’s page, even without definition.  “Crepuscule” is that lilting, mysterious light that quietly opens the morning sky before the sun ever rises. It is that time between the deepest, black of the night, and the awakening of the new day. Light before light...twilight....
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