All The Things We Leave Behind

Author: Riel Nason
ISBN: 9780864920416
Size: 72.49 MB
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All the Things We Leave Behindis about remembrance and attachment, about what we collect and what we leave behind. In this highly affecting novel, Nason explores the permeability of memory and the sometimes confusing bonds of human emotion.

The Things We Lose The Things We Leave Behind

Author: Billy O'Callaghan
Publisher: New Island Books
ISBN: 9781848402676
Size: 19.58 MB
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Thirteen short Stories that explore how people in crisis can pick up the shattered pieces of their lives and find among them some glint of worth.

The Things We Left Behind

Author: Debra Allen Alford
Publisher: Tate Publishing & Enterprises
ISBN: 9781683019640
Size: 69.62 MB
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We all have a history, a beginning, and an end; the life in between seems to be composed of two things.


Author: Cheryl Strayed
ISBN: 9786053434269
Size: 13.68 MB
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The Land We Leave Behind

Author: Akufor I. Aneneba
Publisher: Page Publishing Inc
ISBN: 1635682754
Size: 46.59 MB
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“From time immemorial, the great rain man's word was a bond, and he has
always delivered on his promises. If he has succeeded in minor occasions, there
is no reason why he wouldn't deliver on an occasion of this magnitude.” The lady
added, “someone who has been the envy of the white man and neighboring
kingdoms is definitely a crown jewel of the Tchousee clan, and we should heap
praises on his great achievements. His son was satisfied with all the things we
presented ...

All We Leave Behind

Author: David Baird
Publisher: iUniverse
ISBN: 1469753391
Size: 42.50 MB
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I'm so sorry about all of this.” “I'm not just going to leave you here, go on in, I'll be
there shortly.” I was happy she was coming in. I didn't want to be alone. I entered
the hospital. The sterile white, the smells, I hated all of it. I hated all the things it
made me think of, all the terrible memories, the times I visited mom. I approached
reception where a middle aged woman clad in sterile white nonchalantly greeted
me. “Health card please.” She barely looked up from her screen. I fumbled
through ...