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“The Wasteland was an empty car park behind a long abandoned pub. Minah like it because she said it reminded her of the permanence of concrete in stark contrast to the entropy of humanity. Harrison had dubbed it the Wasteland after the TS Eliot poem, because it was full of disillusionment and despair.”

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Book:The Boundless Sublime
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The Boundless Sublime

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Lili Wilkinson
Lili Wilkinson

Lili Wilkinson is a contemporary author born on April 7, 1981. Her works are known for their unique perspective and profound emotional expression, which have won her a wide audience. more

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