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“I’ve come to understand that there’s a good deal of value in the ritual accompanying death. It’s hard to say good- bye and almost impossible to accomplish this alone and ritual is the railing we hold to, all of us together, that keeps us upright and connected until the worst is past.”

Quote by William Kent Krueger

Book:Ordinary Grace
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Ordinary Grace

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William Kent Krueger
William Kent Krueger

William Kent Krueger is an American author known for his suspense novels. His works are typically set in Minnesota, combining natural descriptions with deep character development. more

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