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“Rodwell wandered into No Man's Land and put a bullet through his ears. On Sunday, Robert sat on his bed in the old hotel at Bailleul and read what Rodwell had written. To my daughter, Laurine; Love your mother. Make your prayers against despair. I am alive in everything I touch. Touch these pages and you have me in your fingertips. We survive in one another. Everything lives forever. Believe it. Nothing dies. I am your father always.”

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Book:The wars
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The wars

A profound narrative that delves into the psychological and emotional consequences of war on soldiers and civilians alike. more

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Timothy Findley
Timothy Findley

Timothy Findley was a Canadian novelist known for his distinctive literary style and profound insights into social issues. His works often explore the relationship between individuals and society, as well as the complexities of morality and ethics. more

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