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“The night has made up its mind. It’s we who are too slow, who move in the wake of events already decided for us, who refuse, who are too weak or too simple, or are perhaps, strictly, unable to understand”

Quote by Amanda Coplin

Work

The Orchardist

In 'The Orchardist,' readers are transported to the lush orchards of the Pacific Northwest, where a reclusive orchardist grapples with the mysteries of his past and the complexities of his present life. The story delves into the orchardist's relationship with the land, his neighbors, and the enigmatic woman who enters his life, intertwining their fates in a poignant narrative that reflects on the nature of love, loss, and the passage of time. more

Author

Amanda Coplin
Amanda Coplin

Amanda Coplin is an author recognized for her works in contemporary literature. Born in 1981, she has gained recognition for her unique storytelling and engaging narratives. more

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