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“But most of all I wrote about him - now called Max - my brother, our friend, missing now for 10 days. And I wrote about what I’d lost that morning. The witness of my soul, my shadow in childhood when dreams were small and attainable for all. When sweets were a penny and God was a rabbit.”

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When God Was a Rabbit

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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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