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echo, the death of a sound that had nowhere to go but to come back.

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Janet Fitch
Age: 68
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
Author
Journalist
Novelist
University Teacher
Writer
LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
Nowhere
Sound
Death
Back
Come
Echo
Echoes

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No matter how unappealing, each of them imagines he is somehow worthy.
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without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my past was my life.
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A novel is like a dream in which everyone is you. They’re all parts of yourself.
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We recived our colouring from the Norsemen,hairy savages who hacked their gods to pieces and hung the flesh from trees.We are the ones who sacked Rome.Fear only feeble old age and death in bed.Don't forget who you are.
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I wanted to hear what she was saying. I wanted to smell that burnt midnight again, I wanted to feel that wind. It was a secret wanting, like a song I couldn't stop humming, or loving someone I could never have. No matter where I went, my compass pointed west. I would always know what time it was in California.
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Women always put men first. That's how everything got so screwed up.
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