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“Words are abstraction, break off from the green; words are patterns in the way fences and trenches are. Words hurt. I can hide in words so long as I scatter them through my body; to read your letters is to gather flowers from within myself, pluck a blossom here, a fern there, arrange and rearrange them in ways to suit a sunny room.”

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Book:This Is How You Lose the Time War
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This Is How You Lose the Time War

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Amal El-Mohtar
Amal El-Mohtar

Amal El-Mohtar is a renowned author whose works span various literary genres, including novels, poetry, and plays. Her writing is acclaimed for its rich imagination and profound emotional expression. more

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