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“On the single strand of wire strung to bring our house electricity, grackles and starlings neatly punctuated an invisible sentence.”

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John Updike
John Updike

John Updike was an American novelist known for his profound insights into middle-class life and his delicate narrative skills. His works spanned a wide range of genres from short stories to novels, including the classic 'Rabbit, Run' series and 'The Centaur'. more

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