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“My body might be ill, I granted, but the paper worlds I had visited in my life remained vast and memorable. No matter what happened to me, no matter how the months ahead would shear me, a thousand books waited to rescue me, the simple flying carpet of black print on white pages a friend as trusted as any I had ever encountered.”

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Book:Goodbye to Clocks Ticking: How We Live While Dying
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Goodbye to Clocks Ticking: How We Live While Dying

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Joseph Monninger
Joseph Monninger

Joseph Monninger is a renowned writer, born on October 28, 1953. His works span various literary genres, including novels, poetry, and drama. Monninger is known for his unique narrative style and profound insights into human nature. more

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