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“The kindness of the woman with food came back to him and that of Martina. They had offered him comfort and shelter even when he was afraid of taking them. And in accepting he had learned something new. It was as much of A gift to receive as it was to give requiring as it did both courage and humility.”

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The Unlikely Pilgrimage Of Harold Fry

This novel follows Harold Fry, a retired man who embarks on an unexpected pilgrimage after receiving a letter from an old friend. His journey becomes a transformative experience, revealing the depth of his own life and the connections he has with others. more

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Rachel Joyce
Rachel Joyce

Rachel Joyce is a British author born in 1962. Her works are known for their profound character development and unique narrative style, which have won her a wide readership. more

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