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“Obituaries often referred to the people the deceased had let behind, but that wasn't accurate, William thought. He was the one who had gone ahead, no matter how hard he'd tried not to. She was the one held in place. Her words in his head now reminders, not explorations. Memories, not true conversations. And the difference between the two could break you. pg. 236”

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Erica Bauermeister

Erica Bauermeister is an American author born in 1959. Her works are known for their unique perspective and profound emotional depth, primarily focusing on themes of family, love, and human nature. more

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