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Maybe Ma was never coming home.
Delia Owens • Where the Crawdads Sing
But a monster,” he said, “she always has a place. She may have all the glory her teeth can snatch. She will not be loved for it, but she will not be constrained either.
Madeline Miller • CIRCE
Highfalutin.”
Brit Bennett • The Vanishing Half: A Novel
felt like a racehorse in a world without race-tracks or a champion college footballer suddenly confronted by Wall Street and a business suit,
Sylvia Plath • The Bell Jar (FF Classics)
The People, Yes
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That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire and of the comfort of the Resurrection
Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows | flaunt forth, then chevy on an air-
Built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs | they throng; they glitter in marches.
Down roughcast, down dazzling whitewash, | wherever an elm arches,
Shivelights and s
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