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“I recalled the afternoon when the two of us stood beating erasers, and Camille confided that she'd done penance for stories - stories that I'll never know if she wrote or only imagined writing. She'd wanted me to tell her a secret from my dreams, a secret from my dreams I hadn't had as yet, and so I didn't quite understand what she was after. "It's about feeling," Camille had insisted. I didn't understand then that she was talking about risk.”

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Book:I Sailed with Magellan
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I Sailed with Magellan

This book provides a firsthand account of the journey undertaken by Ferdinand Magellan and his crew, chronicling their experiences during the first successful circumnavigation of the Earth. The narrative delves into the challenges faced by the explorers, the diverse cultures encountered, and the profound impact of their voyage on the world's understanding of geography and navigation. more

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Stuart Dybek
Stuart Dybek

Stuart Dybek, born on April 10, 1942, is an American writer known for his short stories. His works are characterized by their delicate emotions and rich imagination, often exploring themes of family, identity, and memory. Dybek's writing has won him numerous literary awards, including the Pulitzer Prize for Short Fiction. more

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