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“Mari was hardly listening. A daring thought was taking shape in her mind. She began to anticipate a solitude of her own, peaceful and full of possibility. She felt something close to exhilaration, of a kind that people can permit themselves when they are blessed with love.”

Quote by Tove Jansson

Book:Fair Play
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Fair Play

This book delves into the world of sports, examining the spirit of fair play and the challenges faced by athletes in the pursuit of victory. more

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Tove Jansson
Tove Jansson

Tove Jansson, born on August 9, 1914, and died on June 27, 2001, was a renowned Finnish novelist. Her works are known for their unique style and profound emotions, which have won the hearts of readers worldwide. more

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