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“But we didn't, not in the moonlight, or by the phosphorescent lanterns of lightning bugs in your back yard, not beneath the constellations we couldn't see, let alone decipher, or in the dark glow that replaced the real darkness of night, a darkness already stolen from us, not with the skyline rising behind us while a city gradually decayed, not in the heat of summer while a Cold War raged, despite the freedom of youth and the license of first love-because of fate, karma, luck, what does it matter?-we made not doing it a wonder, and yet we didn't, we didn't, we never did.”

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I Sailed with Magellan

This book provides a firsthand account of the journey undertaken by Ferdinand Magellan and his crew, chronicling their experiences during the first successful circumnavigation of the Earth. The narrative delves into the challenges faced by the explorers, the diverse cultures encountered, and the profound impact of their voyage on the world's understanding of geography and navigation. more

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Stuart Dybek
Stuart Dybek

Stuart Dybek, born on April 10, 1942, is an American writer known for his short stories. His works are characterized by their delicate emotions and rich imagination, often exploring themes of family, identity, and memory. Dybek's writing has won him numerous literary awards, including the Pulitzer Prize for Short Fiction. more

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