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“Long past the moment when her neck begins to stiffen and ache, she continues to stare into the darkness, even though none of the human secrets she needs to know are to be found in the stars but rather closer to the earth her boots stand upon.”

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Book:Let Him Go
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Let Him Go

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Larry Watson
Larry Watson

Larry Watson was an American author born in Iowa, USA, in 1947. His works, which focus on the rural life in the American Midwest, have won the hearts of readers. His representative works include 'American Dream' and 'Country Light'. more

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