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“Their wedding night was in all truth a thing of beauty: the splendor of the celebrations, the hushed intimacy of a private walk under the cryptic light of a large moon, the unexpected delight discovered in the reflection of a candle's flicker in a decanter of aged wine, finally the silent weeping in each other's arms through a night that seemed infinite in its innumerable dimensions.”

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Pricksongs and Descants

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Robert Coover
Robert Coover

Robert Coover is an American author born on February 4, 1932. Known for his unique narrative techniques and experimental writing style, his works span across novels, short stories, and plays. more

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