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“And, finally, I know, too. That throwing away this mess doesn't mean I'm giving something up. Or losing something I can't get back. It's just that there are too many pieces and too much dust. I'm just ready for something whole." —Pete Cassidy”

Quote by Cynthia Rylant

Work

A Fine White Dust

A Fine White Dust is a novel that delves into the lives of individuals living in a remote rural community. The story focuses on themes of loneliness, the passage of time, and the impact of the environment on human lives. The narrative unfolds through the eyes of its characters, offering a poignant look at the human condition in a setting that is both beautiful and isolating. more

Author

Cynthia Rylant
Cynthia Rylant

Cynthia Rylant is an American author known for her children's literature. Born on June 6, 1954, she has been publishing books since the early 1980s that have been beloved by children. Rylant's writing style is unique and lyrical, winning her much acclaim. more

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