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“Reading in bed is a precision art - knowing the right wattage, high enough to ready by, low enough to fall asleep with the light still on, choosing books not for their content but for their size and weight, knowing the right position in bed so the book won't slide off and hit the floor and wake you again.”

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Held

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Anne Michaels
Anne Michaels

Anne Michaels, born on April 15, 1958, is a renowned Canadian poet. Her works are known for their profound emotions and unique narrative style, which have won her a wide audience. more

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