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“This is the pivot between youth and age, the thrilling place where everything seems visible, feels possible, where plans are made. On the one side you have childhood and adolescence, which are the murky ascent, and, on the other, you have the decline that is adulthood, old age, the inch-by-inch reckoning of that grand, brief vision with earthbound reality.”

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Book:Did You Ever Have a Family
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Book:Agincourt : a romance / by G.P.R. James. Volume v.2 1844 [Leather Bound]
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Book:To Kill a Mockingbird
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