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“the ragged western fringe of Los Angeles called Venice. . . . Here the city stops its white cement sprawl, its hunger to engulf the whole earth under tons of trucked-in concrete. Here in the lap of the blind blue-eyed Pacific, Los Angeles is stopped dead by the sheer liquid cliffs of the sea. Here the trail ends. After Death Valley and Donner Pass, there is only this precarious oasis.”

Quote by Kate Braverman

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Kate Braverman
Kate Braverman

Kate Braverman, born in 1950, is an American novelist known for her works set in the American Midwest, which explore profound themes of family, identity, and the human condition. more

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