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“My aloneness had never bothered me; I hadn't even been aware of it. But now it overwhelmed me. The awareness washed over me with painful sharpness and deep grief. Now that I had company.”

Quote by Linda Olsson

Book:The Memory of Love

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The Memory of Love

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Linda Olsson, born in 1948, is a renowned author whose works span various literary genres. She is admired for her profound insights and unique narrative style. more

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