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“And only the enlightened can recall their former lives; for the rest of us, the memories of past existences are but glints of light, twinges of longing, passing shadows, disturbingly familiar, that are gone before they can be grasped, like the passage of that silver bird on Dhaulagiri.”

Quote by Peter Matthiessen

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The Snow Leopard

The book combines adventure, natural history, and spiritual reflection as the author treks through remote mountainous regions, encountering diverse wildlife and local cultures. more

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Peter Matthiessen
Peter Matthiessen

Peter Matthiessen was an American novelist and naturalist, renowned for his works that seamlessly integrate fiction and non-fiction. His writing frequently delved into environmental themes and the human connection with nature. Born on May 22, 1927, he passed away on April 5, 2014. more

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