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“Somewhere out there are people who still know her poems, who've hidden scraps of them away in the folds of their minds before setting match to the papers of their hands. He will find them. He will ask them what they remember. He will piece together their recollections, fragmentary and incomplete though they may be, mapping the holes of one against the solid patches of another. And in this way, piece by piece, he will set her back down on paper again.”

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Book:Our Missing Hearts
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Our Missing Hearts

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Celeste Ng
Celeste Ng

Celeste Ng is a contemporary American writer known for her insightful social commentary and delicate emotional portrayal. Her works often focus on family, identity, and racial issues, and have gained widespread popularity among readers. more

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