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I remember thinking that there didn’t seem to be anywhere good to get to. That the outside world offered only vicious hallways, empty horizons. The inside world, only slamming doors. I see nothing gleaming, I wrote in my journal on April 8, 1999.
Why Fish Don't Exist: A Story of Loss, Love, and the Hidden Order of Life
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