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“I’d been feeling like this for a while; the continual looking back the stuckness of it all. I blamed it on the coming new year only 4 1/2 months away when the clocks would read zero and we would start again, could start again, but I knew we wouldn’t. Nothing would. The world would be the same, just a little bit worse.”

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Sarah Winman
Sarah Winman

Sarah Winman is a British actress born in 1964. She has a rich experience in the British theater and film industry, known for her outstanding performances on stage and screen. more

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