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“If only i could get that under control then i feel like i could stay here a long time, watching the days leaking into the nights, swilling over the buildings, bleeding back again. I could lie and not think of anything but ways to describe the sky, the clouds, the light.”

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Gwendoline Riley
Gwendoline Riley

Gwendoline Riley is a British writer born in 1979. Her works are known for their unique narrative style and profound emotional expression, primarily dealing with contemporary social issues and female experiences. more

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