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“The heart did ache, actually. She felt a dull grind of lack somewhere near her diaphragm, a pain that occupied the space of something removed. A phantom limb. A scratchy hunger. The wasting muscle fatigue of want.”

Quote by Sylvia Brownrigg

Book:Pages for You
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Pages for You

This book is a poignant exploration of the complexities of human emotions, narrated through the entries of a personal journal. It delves into the intricacies of love and the pain of loss, offering a deeply personal and introspective look at the human experience. more

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Sylvia Brownrigg
Sylvia Brownrigg

Sylvia Brownrigg, born on December 16, 1964, is an accomplished author known for her profound insights and unique narrative style. Her works cover a range of themes, including family, society, and human nature. more

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