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“The pages continue to turn, and every day I'm a little older, hopefully a little wiser and a lot more grateful. Do I have regrets? I have a few - but not as many as you might think. If it hadn't been for the darkness, I never would have known the light. In life we all take different paths, some more difficult than others, but in the end, all that matters is whether or not they lead us home.”

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Book:Lost December
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Lost December

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Richard Paul Evans
Richard Paul Evans

Richard Paul Evans is an American author known for his novels, particularly his stories about family and emotions. His works often explore themes of family, love, and sacrifice, and are highly appreciated by readers. more

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