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“Before 1802, cirrus, cumulus, and altostratus clouds hadn’t been given names. Untitled before 1802, the shapes were present in the sky, ethereal or ephemeral, presumably since the big bang, but un-designated, until they needed to be. Why then? The world hasn’t been fully seen, until it is named.”

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Book:Men and Apparitions
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Men and Apparitions

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Lynne Tillman
Lynne Tillman

Lynne Tillman is an American contemporary novelist, born in 1947. Her works are known for their unique narrative style and profound social insights, often focusing on modern urban life and the roles and identities of individuals within society. more

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