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“This is the day of wonders. The land is covered with trees like a head with hair and behind the ship the sun rises tipping the top trees with light. The sky is clear and shining as a china plate and the water playfully ruffled with wind. Every wisp of fog is gone and the air is full of the resinous smell of the trees. Seabirds are flashing above the sails golden like creatures from Heaven, but the sailors raise a few shots to keep them from the rigging.”

Quote by Alice Munro

Work

New Selected Stories

This book features a selection of short stories that explore various themes and characters, showcasing the author's skill in crafting concise yet impactful tales. more

Author

Alice Munro
Alice Munro

Alice Munro, a renowned Canadian author, was born on July 10, 1931. She is celebrated for her short stories, known for their profound psychological insight and exquisite narrative technique. Munro's works often focus on the lives of women, particularly their roles in families and society. more

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