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“You are comprised of a million tiny locks. There’s no master key to be found, encased in the plush velvet heart, no matter how desperately you ask someone to reach in and grope around. No matter how hard you try to find it.”

Quote by Sarah Hall

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How to Paint a Dead Man

This book provides detailed instructions and techniques for creating a portrait of a person who has passed away. It covers various methods and tools used in the process, offering insights into the artistic and emotional challenges involved in such a task. more

Author

Sarah Hall
Sarah Hall

Sarah Hall is a British novelist born in 1974. Her works are known for their unique narrative style and profound depiction of the natural environment. Hall's novels often explore the relationship between humans and nature, as well as the exploration of personal identity. more

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