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“The sewing machine joins what the scissors have cut asunder, plus whatever else comes in its path.”

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Mason Cooley
Mason Cooley

Mason Cooley was an enigmatic writer and critic whose works spanned a wide range of subjects, including philosophy, literature, and everyday life. Known for his concise, profound, and humorous style, he was greatly admired by readers. more

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