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“Hard-bitten had a double meaning: bitten hard by life, like her, or clamping meanly down on other people. But, as though belying his thoughts, she said, "I hope your days are good." "If only. My eyes, you know, are like Swiss cheese, the doctor says. I see through the holes.”

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Book:In the Country of the Blind
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In the Country of the Blind

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Edward Hoagland
Edward Hoagland

Edward Hoagland is an American author known for his profound insights into the relationship between humans and nature. His work is typically presented in the form of prose, exploring the connections between humans, cities, and rural areas. Born on December 21, 1932, Hoagland's writing career spanned over half a century, with works including novels, poetry, and essays. more

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