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A River Runs Through It and Other Stories, Twenty-fifth Anniversary Edition

This anniversary edition of the short story collection features a curated selection of narratives that delve into the complexities of human relationships and the natural world. The stories are known for their lyrical prose and profound insights into the human condition. more

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Norman Maclean
Norman Maclean

Norman Maclean was an American author known for his works 'A River Runs Through It' and 'Young Men and Fire'. His writing is characterized by its deep insights into nature and human emotions. more

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