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“Each sporadic burst of work, each minor success and disappointment, each moment of calm and relaxation, seemed merely a temporary halt on my steady descent through layer after layer of depression, like an elevator stopping for a moment on the way down to the basement.”

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Al Alvarez
Al Alvarez

Al Alvarez, born on August 5, 1929, is a renowned poet whose works are known for their profound emotion and unique style, winning the hearts of readers worldwide. more

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