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“Wilson has to leave early. He got the call earlier this morning: there is a bed for his wife in a nearby hospice. If she is going to take it, she must move today. The doctors still don't understand what is wrong with her, only that her self and her strength are ebbing away, and there seems no stopping it. Wilson's afternoon will be spent getting his wife, with whom he's traveled the world, ready for her final journey.”

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Sy Montgomery
Sy Montgomery

Sy Montgomery is an American author renowned for her in-depth research and descriptions of marine life. Her works often involve detailed studies of specific species and explore the relationship between humans and nature. Her books include 'The Song of the Sardine' and 'The Call of the Cetus', among others. more

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