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“In little towns, lives roll along so close to one another; loves and hates beat about, their wings almost touching. On the sidewalks along which everybody comes and goes, you must, if you walk abroad at all, at some time pass within a few inches of the man who cheated and betrayed you, or the woman you desire more than anything else in the world. Her skirt brushes against you. You say good-morning, and go on. It is a close shave. Out in the world the escapes are not so narrow.”

Quote by Willa Cather

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Lucy Gayheart

Lucy Gayheart is a poignant narrative set in the late 19th century, focusing on the life of its titular character, Lucy, who faces the challenges of love and societal norms. The story delves into the complexities of human emotions and the constraints of the era, offering a deep exploration of the protagonist's internal struggles and the external pressures she endures. more

Author

Willa Cather
Willa Cather

American author known for her depictions of the American Midwest. Cather's works often feature female protagonists, showcasing their resilience and growth in challenging environments. Her notable works include 'My Ántonia' and 'O Pioneers!' more

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