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“I fingered the winterkilled grass, looping it round the tip of my finger like hair, ruffling its tips with my palms. Another year has twined away, unrolled and dropped across nowhere like a flung banner painted in gibberish. "The last act is bloody, however brave be all the rest of the play; at the end they throw a little earth upon your head, and it's all over forever.”

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PILGRIM AT TINKER CREEK

Pilgrim at Tinker Creek is a non-fiction book that delves into the intricate details of the natural environment surrounding the creek, offering a blend of ecological research and personal reflection. The author's detailed observations of the creek's ecosystem are woven together with philosophical and spiritual insights, creating a unique narrative that celebrates the beauty and complexity of the natural world. more

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Annie Dillard
Annie Dillard

Annie Dillard is an American author known for her unique writing style and profound observations of nature. Born on April 30, 1945, she has written several notable works, including 'Pilgrim at Tinker Creek' and 'Under the Sun'. more

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