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“There are people who die and, with all due respect, you don't lose anything. But he was one of those that when they're gone you feel it. As if the whole world had become, from one day to the next, a little heavier.”

Quote by Alessandro Baricco

Book:Ocean Sea
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Ocean Sea

This book delves into the depths of the ocean, covering its diverse ecosystems, historical significance, and the challenges faced by marine life and human exploration. more

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Alessandro Baricco
Alessandro Baricco

Alessandro Baricco is an Italian writer born on January 25, 1958. His works are known for their unique narrative style and rich imagination, spanning across novels, poetry, and drama. more

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