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“On summer nights when the windows are open, you can listen in on people's lives—babies crying, kids laughing, radios blaring, mothers yelling, couples fighting. Funny thing is, the sounds are always the same. Even though different people come and go, the sounds stay the same. I like that. It makes me feel a part of something big, something never ending, like the stars.”

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Book:Nothing to Fear
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Nothing to Fear

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Jackie French Koller
Jackie French Koller

Jackie French Koller is a renowned author born in 1948. Her works span various genres, including novels, poetry, and children's literature. Koller is known for her unique narrative style and profound insights into human nature. more

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