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“When they started to drain a swamp where birds and fish had lived, for a new housing development down the road from his apartment, Steven watched the protests and the preparations with interest. The bird people were furious, the developers unmovable, and Steven was filled with relief that the fight wasn't his. Nothing here was his... He thought there should have been something sad about how little he was tied up with the place, but instead it felt like freedom. He was free because it wasn't his water here, and they weren't his fish.”

Quote by Maile Meloy

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Maile Meloy is an American author renowned for her fiction and non-fiction works. Born on February 15, 1972, she has earned acclaim for her distinctive narrative style and compelling storytelling. Meloy's writing frequently addresses themes of identity, family, and the intricacies of human connections. more

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