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“Sometimes there is no choice but to walk into your own house. Far away, you think, and you do not want to see. You come home and you say do not tell me. You say, I have hunted the elk all over the snowfields of the Selway, and I do not want to know what happened here. And then there is a morning you walk in and take a look in your own house, like any traveler.”

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We Are Not in This Together: Stories

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William Kittredge
William Kittredge

William Kittredge, born in 1932, is a renowned American writer known for his depiction of rural life in the American West. His works have won numerous literary awards and have had a profound impact on contemporary literature. more

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