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“Young women are urged to 'never stop picturing their murder'. From childhood onward, we're instructed not to do things. Not go here. Not work there. Not go out at this hour or talk to those people, or wear this dress, or drink this drink, or partake of adventure, independent solitude. Refraining was the only form of safety offered from the slaughter.”

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Recollections of My Nonexistence: A Memoir

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Rebecca Solnit
Rebecca Solnit

Rebecca Solnit is an American writer known for her works on environmental, cultural, political, and social issues. Her writing spans a wide range of topics, including nature, travel, gender, and power. Her books include 'Wanderlust', 'A Field Guide to Getting Lost', and 'The Faraway Nearby'. more

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