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“You don’t understand the fact that hope, if it is ever encountered, is in the small things of the everyday, not an announcement from on high. In the aroma of cooking, a phrase from Vivaldi. A handclasp. A conversation. Pg106”

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Book:My Father's House

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My Father's House

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Joseph O'Connor

Joseph O'Connor is an Irish novelist known for his profound character portrayal and rich narrative skills. His works often explore the relationship between individuals and society, history, and memory, and are highly appreciated by readers. more

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Source: The Aeneid (Penguin Classics) [Paperback] [2003] (Author) Virgil, David West

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