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“One is always in the hold of the world, but one doesn't physically feel it's hold, doesn't account for its effect. Cannot draw comfort from the hold of the world, which registers only as a neutral emptiness. But the sea one feels. And so surrounded, so steadily held, so gently rocked - so differently organized - one's thoughts come in another form.”

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Book:Forest Dark
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Forest Dark

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Nicole Krauss
Nicole Krauss

Nicole Krauss is an American author born on August 18, 1974. Her works are known for their unique narrative style and profound insights into human emotions. more

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