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“People were buying milk, or filling their cars with petrol, or even posting letters. And what no one else knew was the appalling weight of the thing they were carrying inside. The superhuman effort it took sometimes to be normal, and a part of things that appeared both easy and everyday. The loneliness of that.”

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Book:The Unlikely Pilgrimage Of Harold Fry
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The Unlikely Pilgrimage Of Harold Fry

This novel follows Harold Fry, a retired man who embarks on an unexpected pilgrimage after receiving a letter from an old friend. His journey becomes a transformative experience, revealing the depth of his own life and the connections he has with others. more

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Rachel Joyce
Rachel Joyce

Rachel Joyce is a British author born in 1962. Her works are known for their profound character development and unique narrative style, which have won her a wide readership. more

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