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“Crying was a good example of how things had changed in the last few days. She used to beleive that crying provoked consolation from others. Now she knew that crying provoked nothing except the sound of its own sadness.”

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Bella Bathurst
Bella Bathurst

Bella Bathurst is a British author born in 1969. Her works span across various fields such as history, travel, and nature, known for her unique perspective and vivid narrative style. more

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