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“It is my trade," he said. "I work for the bean family, and every day there are deaths among the beans, mostly from thirst. They shrivel and die, they go blind in their one black eye, and I put them in one of these tiny coffins. Beans, you know, are beautifully shaped, like a new church, like modern architecture, like a planned city”

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Scented Gardens for the Blind

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Janet Frame
Janet Frame

Janet Frame, born on August 28, 1924, was a renowned New Zealand author. Her works are known for their unique narrative style and profound psychological insights. She has had her works translated into multiple languages. more

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